I ARRIVED AT THE DOOR STEP…
by Mark JosephI arrived at the doorstep and knocked. You opened the door and looked at me as if nothing had happened. Your calm face gave me heartache. Yes, it was my fault. I knew that I
shouldn’t have left you
in the first place. I was still puzzled by my action.I walked into the music room with a guitar and sat in a corner, feeling dumb. I was readyto face the music because of the things I had done, but you walked to me and gently handed meyour ipad, asking me to listen to one particular song; A Thousand Years by Christina Perry. Ireached out and took your ipad. After plugging the earphones in my ears, I was still wonderingwhy you asked me to listen to it. When my face revealed the understanding of your motive, tearscame rolling down your delicate cheeks. I knew that I should wipe the tears from your face, asany knight in a shining amour would do. But I was your black knight. The one who had stabbedyour heart with a sword. I was guilt-stricken to the marrow.With a smile, you wiped off your tears. Not the same gentle smile but a plastic one. I
wouldn’t blame you. The burden, the bleeding heart, the sadness, the disappointment and
thebitterness were all concocted in your heart. I loathed myself for my thoughtlessness and withoututtering a word, left your house full of shame.After a week, I reflected on the times we had spent together; I decided to patch up thewounds in your heart. However, I received a text from you, which asked me to forget everythingand move on with life. I was crushed. But I guessed I deserved all this. I just lay down on mybed, looking into the emptiness of the white ceiling.The next day, I went to church and was surprised that you were there too. I took theopportunity to say that I was sorry. You held my hands for a few seconds trying to reassure methat everything was all right. I was stumped by how calm you were in dealing with the misery.My attempt to put up a cool front crumbled. Ever since that day, we...