gloomy sunday

And in her sad moments he could be nothing but a sadist himself for he could not see himself away from her, not any distant.

He wanted her to find someone near to her whom she could identify with. For in the happy world she had no one she assumed. 

Love she might not but could be close he thought. For he himself was not ready for love himself, he just wanted her to be near,close.

And he wanted her to feel that he was close. That someone was close.

He wanted to give. He wanted to take. But thats not how nature's designed you see. A handshake happens when one gives and another takes. You cannot do both.

So she left as she had to. For she was not a participant. No give, sorry. No take, sorry.

And he continued trying to be near, to be close to her by keeping her memories alive, her sadness alive, by being sad.

Died one day still sad that she would be near, close.

Sadness was his happiness for she lived there.