Interview with Love !

Interview with Love!

I waited for a long time to meet him. He was finally coming.

I sat at the table rolling the pencil through my fingers and rapping an ancient melody on my paper pad. Then the door opened and he walked in.

He was nothing like I expected. Of medium height and slight build , but it was as though the joys of the world followed him through the door. His eyes reflected what seemed like an eternity of passion.

"You wanted to see me ? " He smiled and my heart stopped.

Yes , I thought this was he. "Don't we all ?" I asked simply unable to look away from his eyes.

He looked down at the chair and sat down. "Maybe , I guess some more than others ."

He leaned back in the chair , put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling and sighed! "pure bliss".

I wanted to see if you really existed. " What a cynical fool I was , to think he never existed.

" I have never left your side , " he said , in a matter-of-fact manner.

"You have been away too long, " I said , hoping he would say he was sorry and that he would soon return.

" I have never left your side".

Ah yes ! Matter-of-fact yet again. Silly me. " You are elusive , cruel and oh ! So fleeting ."

Anger , pain. Why wouldn't he put me at ease. He continued to survey the room as if he had plans to live in it.

He turned to me slowly sighed and said , " And you my friend are oh! So human."

Retort silent yet lethal. " Is that my fault? " Sulking , hurt , I asked.

"Maybe it is. Does she think so ? " What ! How could he have known ? Yes ! , of course he would .

"She doesn't even know me , let alone think of me ." May be you could help , I silently pleaded.

" Aren't you sure she doesn't ?" he reached for the glass of water held it up to the light , examining it carefully.

"Yes , I think so . Maybe, " I wonder.

" Maybe you should ask her ."

He leaned forward and looked deep into my eyes. Avert your glaze , please.

"What if she rejected me ? I have loved her too long . I don't think I could take it ." I'd die , slow and horribly .

"The most important words are those left unspoken , my friend. Only if you ask her , will you know for sure."

Ah ! Wisdom , he looked at me , his eyes softening . Pity ? Maybe.

"This love feels so natural, " I said , so profound , this feeling.

"Pure love usually is ." He sat back and bits his nails. Strange , who would have thought ?

" Why doesn't true love last ? " I asked . I looked at him. Please !!

" Maybe you don't try hard enough. " Yes , Maybe I didn't .

Funny , I always thought I did.

Hmmmmm.... " I do try a lot . " Honest to God.

" Then maybe you try too hard ."

Oh no , why wouldn't he give me a straight answer ?

"I'm such a difficult man . " Truth , honesty , nakedness in front of this man.

"All men are difficult."

Profound words , from the most difficult of them all. He turned away staring out the window , reminiscing probably.

He then turned to me and asked , " you're a poet ? "

" I hope so. "

Some how it didn't sound convincing.

"Then she'll love you for your heart."

Finally optimism reigns supreme.

"You think so ? " Said eagerly like a child on Christmas eve asking for permission to open presents early.

" They always do." Matter of fact yet again.

" Will we fight? " Say No please.

"Yes." Ah !!

" Will we be together forever ? " Such a long time is eternity .

" That's up to you . " It always was.

"What do you think ? "

Honestly. " Are you human ? " Question with a question.

" Yes. " I don't know how to be anything else. "

Then you probably won't ." Matter of fact.

I wept , my face in my hands as I heard "LOVE" leave the room and close the door behind him.

The interview was over.