I wait for you at the café. You’re late. We made an appointment long ago, but I’m still waiting. I’m not leaving. You always do that, and it pisses me off. Whom do you think you are to keep me waiting? Who are you pretending to be?
I call you, and you excuse yourself. Lies. I’ve known you for a long time. You need me, I know. Our relationship became formal, our conversations without content and substance. We usually don’t match and are not the same people as before. I see it. I recognize it. I see the theater you play. But I let you pretend. Because I know you need me.
You have arrived. I see in your face that you were not stressed, and not a drop of sweat stained your forehead on your way. It wasn’t hard for you to set me up, like all the previous times.
You chatter. What are you saying? Do you hear yourself? Are these things you are telling me? Do you think I’m interested? Out of interest, you are opposite me. In this, we grew up. You say superficial words and things just to caress the ears, but you don’t mean them. You know I do what you want. I’ve done so much for you. You know, people change, grow, and mature. They learn. They understand. They recognize the truth of the soul that you try to hide behind flattering words.
Your gaze circles with gain. I know you. I’ve known you for a long time. I know how you’re behaving, and that’s not behavior. You only call me when you need me. But when I’m looking for you, I have difficulty finding you. You can’t spare a moment of your time. You disappoint me. You make an effort to make me laugh. You don’t make it. I give you that fake smile you’re looking for. I’ve learned to pretend too.
I see relationships around me based on self-interest, and that’s how ours turned out. I still remember the meetings that happened in the past. They were real. When we still didn’t understand people, when self-interest, lies, and greed hadn’t gotten in the way. Back when we were still living in the moment, not the supposed profit. We owe some things to ourselves. We didn’t live together by chance. Dreams and aspirations were said at the same table where we sat for years. They were not lost like all the promises we made in passing friendships.
I know from a vested interest. I’ve felt it. I have no trouble understanding you. I joined this game too. But please don’t make fun of me or rub it in my face. Stop it. Because I know, because I understand, because I will help.
Created by Diana Chemeris
Story in Greek:
https://fairytalesmaybereal.blogspot.com/2016/06/blog-post_29.html
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