Act 1

I wish I could turn back the clock and bring the wheels of time to a stop.

Would it be much different from stopping the motors of the world? John Galt allegedly did it. It’s just a story, you moron! And you haven’t even read it till the end, so you don’t know what you are talking about. But wishes are something that knows no reason. There is no logic in this universe that can explain away our most secret desires, our innermost wishes.

So, what do you do when all that is left with you are your memories of a time gone by? Well-intentioned advice tells you, don’t brood, look at silver linings blah blah blah…. But you know that for the aching heart, such advice almost invariably falls on deaf ears. With Blues playing on a loop as your music choice, you and your loneliness are perfect companions for a never-ending pensive party.

I simply cannot believe she doesn’t love me anymore. She has stopped loving me, fallen out of love, you want to point out? Do you know what I think? Baloney. Reason for my confident assertion? Let me tell you one thing, smarty-pants, not everything in life can be reasoned. Such as Love. And I completely refute any condescending hogwash that I am denying the truth. All I am saying is that yes, I know things have been a bit dicey between us lately, and I am the first one to accept that. But categorically stating that she doesn’t love me anymore? No no no! It isn’t true, it just cannot be true. All I need is a time machine to turn back the time a little while back so that I could mend the moments when things became dicey and then all would be well again. I am absolutely sure of it.

Act 2

Why? I think you missed the cut when they were distributing brains. If you had any, you would clearly see how much in love she is with me, and I with her. You have seen us together, haven’t you? And what do you think makes you qualified to air your doubts about her and me?

Getting worked up, am I? Who are you to ask me to calm down? Why should I listen to your false and prejudiced opinion? You are deliberately trying to provoke me by telling me it’s all over between her and me, and on top of that, you want me to be just cool about it! And perhaps you also want me to say, it’s ok, buddy, you didn’t piss me off at all! You pretend to be my pal and poison my thoughts, and then expect us to remain friends? Not in my book!

Yes, I am angry. At you. At your insinuations. She loves me. Period. And I love her. What’s so difficult to understand about it? I don’t have any expectations from you, but it still boils my blood to think that you can presume to know her mind and mine better than we do.

Ok, tell me what you are thinking. Ok, ok, I will listen to you. Just don’t pretend to be my well-wisher and expect me not to react to your poisonous words that you try to cloak as friendly counsel. What did you say? WHAT? W-H-A-T?

Calm down? Calm down? Calm down, my foot! Did you even hear what you are saying? You think that this anger which is, what was your word, simmering, yes simmering inside of me, is actually directed at her! Do you think that I am being mad at you by proxy? Bull! Why would I be mad at her? We love each other, man. There are no unresolved issues, no hidden bitterness, no lingering resentment. Where do you get all these notions? Really, you are one piece of work! No, there is nothing wrong between us. Never was, and mind you, it never will be.

And let me educate you why. Because our love is near perfect. A little flawed perhaps, because as individuals, all of us are flawed. But still, our love is beautiful, it's magnificent, it's wonderful! I could have easily proved it with crystal clear evidence to penetrate even your dull brain if only I could take you back in time with me. And show you what we had, have, had…. no what am I saying, what we have, definitely present. See how upset you have made me?

Why are you shaking your head and smiling, you clown? Do you think I am living in an illusion? Fool’s paradise? You are the most idiotic person I have ever known. What? Yes, yes, I know I said things were a little bit dicey. But our love is greater than such trivial issues. I will show you, just you wait. Very soon when we are together again, what a laugh I will have at you!

What exactly happened? Well, I don’t know if I should confide in you. You are acting so stupid that you will, in all likelihood, take it in the wrong light. Ok, I will tell you. We had some minor flare-ups. But every relationship has ups and downs, any fool knows that. What kind of flare-ups? Not important. Oh, well we had some cross words spoken to one another on a few occasions. Why? It’s none of your business, you meddlesome jerk. Ok, ok I will humour you.

The last fight is what you want to know, right? Well, to be honest, I was a bit mad at her. But I had reasons. Lately, she had started to show lesser and lesser interest in spending time with me. Her excuses were borderline preposterous. She once even babbled that she regretted whatever it was that existed between us, and refused to call it love. More like lust, she said. So I flared up. Was it my fault? I don't think so. But then she flared up. Ok, ok, I concede it went out of hand and turned ugly. Quite a scene it was. But it was her fault. Anyway.

Do I resent her for dumping me? Does this make me madder that she has betrayed me by leaving me? Tell you what, honestly, it does make me mad, - your line of questioning full of rotten nonsense. And you seem to have quite a knack of provoking and then trying to placate me. Well, let me make this clear to you, for the last time. I am not, repeat, NOT angry with her at all. How hard is it to understand, man?

You know, let me try to help you understand this logically. I had once promised her that nothing in this world could ever make me mad at her, no matter what. No matter what - do you understand what that means? I don’t make casual promises and am not one to break them either, once they are made. Our love is of a much higher quality than you can imagine. Whatever our issues and our fights, a few words exchanged in the heat of the moment is all that it is, nothing more. So, the bottom line is that I am not mad at her. There is no question, there is no doubt about it. You are crazy, just barking mad cray-cray to even suggest it!

Am I suppressing rage at myself and trying to disguise this by being mad at you? Who are you, man? My therapist? I am not mad at anyone, least of all myself.

Careful. You have been trying to pull this stunt for quite some time now. Deliberately poking to get reactions out of me and trying to label it all as my anger at her, myself, the world at large. Careful. Even my patience has limits.

I am not shouting. Raised voices be damned! Hell. HEll. HELl. HELL.

Back off, just back off, dammit!

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