THE OCCUPANT OF MY LITTLE ROOM
“Hey, I need you to pack all your belongings and he just leave. I don’t ever want to set my eyes on you anymore”. I yelled.
“For what reason my lady?” He asked.
“This is my house, I decide who should stay or not”. I answered
“I want you to know that, I am not leaving anytime soon or I should be frank right? I am never leaving at all and besides, I have no where to go now.” He snapped.
I went down on my knees and begun – “Please, I beg of you, just give back my space to me. Is there anything more I could ask for?” I asked
“It’s really the worst you could ever ask for. And as I said earlier, I love it here, here with you and that is all I know.” He declared.
“You are only blocking my chances now. There might be an angel out there who is desperately in search of a shelter.” I told him.
“Hand me the keys this very moment and leave!” I added.
“I can give you my spare key but I am never leaving. And besides, I wouldn’t even mind sharing a room with your ‘angel’ who maybe in search of a room, so long as that will give you the satisfaction you want.” He told me
“You cannot share a room with someone as huge as he maybe. Everyone is not as small as you are.” I said
“So smart of you huh? You know your new tenant already?” He asked, amused.
“Not yet, but I want someone who is more built. So that he can give me all the security I may need”. I asserted
“Are you insecured with me?” He asked
“I do not know. I do not want to talk about that anymore. Jus…just leave”. I murmured.
“NO!” He protested
“You are such a cruel man. How long do you want me to keep begging you to leave?” I asked him.
“You never begged me to be here, so you should not beg me to leave when I want to stay. I was rather the one who asked of your permission to be here. I will do same if I want to leave.” He stated.
“And why are even forcing yourself to send me away?” He questioned
It echoed in my head countless times. Was it really true that I am forcing myself to send him away?
No! I should not think like that. Not like him. Does he know what I feel in my heart? Of course not.
He cannot read my mind, not until he studied psychology. And until then, I win always. Could there be some truth in his speech?
“Oh my goodness! He is always right. This is one of reasons I just want him out of my life.
How I wish. How I wish that I could place my hand on the left side of my chest to bring him out of my life forever but I CANNOT.” I sobbed.
The battle I have with my heart to let go the people I adore.
