*tick* *tock* *tick* *tock*
The ticks and tocks came from the huge old fashioned grandfather clock stationed at an un-miss able spot in the sitting room, like an old relic crying out for attention. To my knowledge, it had been there for ages and no one dared touch it… for good reason too.
So here I sat, looking very casual in my shorts and polo tee shirt, too casual for the task I had come here to accomplish. I had given it a lot of thought and made my decision. There was no turning back from this point onwards.
My girlfriend @Missy walked into the living room, looking very cute and fresh in a short ‘stay-at-home’ dress with a smell that screamed “come-and-get-me”! So I did. I jumped up and gave her a big hug, fast as lightning. I must have taken her by surprise because she hesitated.
Without skipping a beat (and before I lost my nerve), I pulled back and said, “@Missy, we have to break up.”
“Huh?” was the incredulous question that followed.
I looked at the shock in her eyes and her startled look; this clearly had caught her by surprise.
“You know we can’t keep up with this anymore, just talking hasn’t solved anything”. I walked past her to stare out of the window. The truth was that I was afraid I’d change my mind if I looked at her.
“But Mark…” she started.
“There’s nothing else to be said, and you know that!” I cut her off. “In these five months, I’ve waited for you…for us to get better. It’s just not happening.
I turned back to face her.
“As much as I want to hold you in my arms right now, gently kiss you and tell you everything will be okay, I’m afraid it won’t happen and we both know why”
At this point, she had a slight smirk on her face. I could tell she was trying to keep her tears in check.
What had I done? It was inevitable yes, but still…
Still I… @Missy walked into the room.
“Hey Markie, I see you’ve finally met my sister who I keep going oooon and oooon about.” She said as she gleefully hugged her sister. “So what’s up? What are you both talking about?”
I had by this time, lost the control of the muscles that kept my mouth closed.
@Sister had by this time, lost the ‘check’ she had on her ‘tears’, which appeared to be slowly falling down her face as she shook with laughter.
For the third time in the last couple of seconds, I looked down @ the floor.
…It didn’t look like it was going to open up anytime soon.