(not based on real events but based on the emotions of the writer at his moment)
He took his strides as deliberately as the way his hair fell
on his cheeks. His hair on his cheeks – another one of the things Mark wanted
him to change. He mused at his own reflection on the black Mazda parked outside
his favourite tea shop. He knew he wasn’t perfect, but he always thought he was
good-looking, regardless. But Mark kept on pointing out things he wanted him to
change.
He pushed his face closer to the tinted car window, trying
to get a better view of his nose – the nose that Mark never really liked, he
recalled. Slowly he saw a face materialize besides his. He made a quick twist
to look at who it was but the fates had never been kind to him and that moment
they were the cruellest. Let’s just say everything was resolved with a bloodied
nose, apologies served and numbers exchanged with a guy who owned a black Mazda,
who liked milk tea, who didn’t mind his nose, who didn’t want his hair cut, who
thought he was cute as hell and who felt like a guy like him shouldn’t be let
alone bumping other guys and giving them a good bruising.
He was never the type of guy who cheated on the boy he
dated. Justin wasn’t that person. He was loving. He tried to understand every single
thing Mark did. He loved Mark. But lately, the boy he fell inlove with more
than a year ago, was changing. But these he still understood. The changes, he
intellectualized. He analyzed ever little detail of change as just him going
through a phase. He was in love. And love, usually blinds you.
He still liked tea though, so every day since that moment with
black Mazda guy, he would go to the tea shop, and casually wait for him to come
around. The guy never did though. But that moment helped him realize so many things
about his self – about how he felt about himself.
He wasn’t inlove anymore. And he knew he shouldn’t be made
to stay in a relationship with someone he didn’t love enough. So it ended. It
ended with a phone call and a lame
excuse for a breakup. It wasn’t Justin’s fault. It was no ones, but he still
blamed himself. He still had the guy’s number, but he never called him. As for
the sad Mark, he carried on and found love elsewhere. Mark found love even
before Justin.
Justin new he made a mistake. But it was one of those
mistakes that you never really regret. He was in love. And it is always better
to love and lost and not to have loved at all.
You see, this isn’t a story of broken hearts. This is a
story of winning – of break-ups and of choices, good ones.
