My Pseudo Ex - by the Happy Man
Strange feeling. When I first saw her, I thought it’s not the first. It’s like we’ve been together before. Her name, it’s like I’ve heard it many times already. She’s a new auditor then in our firm. One day, she went to my area in the office and brought her cellphone out and suddenly spoke out. “You look like this man” she said. “Yeah, I look like him. Who is he?” I replied. “A friend” she answered with a quite sad face. This is our first conversation that I remember.
We became teammates. Then we became friends. We even sung together and laughed at each other’s corniest jokes.
Another strange thing is I felt that I like her even if it’s only been weeks that we worked together. I love her. So sudden!! If you ask me the reason why am I like this, I cannot justify. I called her “Mars” and she called me “Pars”. I fell in love with her by the time I and my true ex-girlfriend are fixing our relationship.
I need to face the truth; I am in love with my officemate. My other teammates advised me to confess my feelings over her before it’s too late. I am aware then that she is already seeing someone, MU. So I decided to tell her that I want to court her the next day thinking that it’s not too late but I was wrong. I was turned down and I felt that I was beaten twice by that man.
But my feelings prevail over righteousness. I never stop loving her. I acted as if that man just blocked my way towards her. Months after months, she’s my reason why I am still staying at the office. I wish that she will soon love me back. However, I just need to accept that not all wishes are granted. If I have not felt the strange feeling, I should have moved on by this time.
Crazy. This is the best word to describe me. When we are crazy, we are out of ourselves. At first, I thought that she just put me in a trance to fell in love with her. But then again, I was wrong. I am the one who put the trance on me. I should go back to my senses. Pseudo ex is a trap.
Soon, I’ll leave and never come back. May she will be happy for the rest of her life. Will she be happy without me? Maybe yes, she’s used to it.
