And so it goes that, as it often happens when it comes to love, joy gives place to
pain.
‘’I’m so
sorry, I think this is the only way out.’
‘No, it’s
not. It’s only that way because you want it to be. We could be together if you
only chose to give it a chance.’
‘It just
can’t be, it’s not meant to be.’
Her two big
amber eyes act as windows into her spirit. They reflect her emotions as if they
were mirrors reflecting images. First they show hope, then disappointment and
then unmistakable sadness.
‘Look, I
like you. But there are things that I need to do and I need to do them alone.’
Disappointment
and sadness turn into anger.
‘You like
me?’ She asks, with an ironic intonation well carved into her voice. ‘You like
me?’ She repeats the question. Louder this time, rage building up inside her.
‘If you
didn’t want to be with me why didn’t you say so before? Why did you wait till
now?’
‘I didn’t
plan this. It just happened.’
‘Did you
ever really liked me?’
‘I did, It’s
not you, it’s me. And I really mean it.’
‘Don’t you
have anything better than that? “It’s not you, it’s me?” Don’t you realize what
a cliché that is’ I think I deserve better than that.’
‘Chloe,
that’s not what I mean. I’m confused right now and I have to figure some things
out by myself. I’m planning on travelling for a while and trying to figure out
what I want to do with my life. This is a journey that I have to make by
myself. Can’t you understand that?’
‘What do you
need to figure out? You’ve graduated, now you’re supposed to get a job, serve
society, pay back what it has given you all these years and, at some point,
start your own family so you can leave your legacy in this world when you die.
And you don’t need to do it alone, You shouldn’t have to do it alone!’
‘Maybe
you’re right. Maybe it is that simple. Yet I can’t do it now. I have to travel
first and decide what I really want to do with my life before doing anything
else. I want to get to know the world and to get to know myself now that I can.
I’m not prepared to surrender ambition and freedom yet.’
‘Don’t you
think that love can overpower ambition and freedom? Don’t you think that love
can give meaning to one’s life?’
‘Perhaps in
six months or a year from now I will be ready to surrender y freedom and ambition
for a good cause but I’m afraid that I can’t do that now.’
‘Not even in
the name of love?’
‘In the name
of anything is that possible.’
‘Then maybe
when you come back from your trip love will no longer be waiting for you. Maybe
I will no longer be waiting.’
‘This is a
risk I must take. Like many others.’
‘When are
you planning on leaving?’
‘Soon.’
‘Soon? You
don’t know when exactly?’
‘No. I’ll
let you know when I do.’
‘Are you
sure you’re gonna tell me?’
‘…’
A last kiss, flooded with tears. This is
the last time he is planning to see her, so he hugs her and kisses her, trying
to comfort her the best way he can. It is not enough, but it is all that he has
left to give her.
In the past he had been hurt. Now, he is
the one hurting and that makes him feel like a villain. Yet he sees no other
way. The urge to leave is too great to be fought against and even if he could
fight it, he wouldn’t, for his spirit is eager to wonder the world in search of
the answers to the questions that now assault his mind more violently than
never.
The Traveller is Listening to:
Heartbreaker (Led Zeppelin, 1969)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xq_sCDYCGwU&feature=related
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