Lately I get scared with how often she leaves The Room, how often I am left alone in there. I fear she may not return. It’s ridiculous right? I mean she always comes back. She just goes out for some air, gets her thoughts and feelings organised and “knock knock” I hear her knock on the door. I excitedly jump and rush to the door. I don’t even waste my time to look through the peephole because I know it’s her standing cheerfully on the other side. I open the door and my eyes fall upon the most gracious sight, the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth. Instantly I fall to my knees and apologise. She stops me from doing that because she feels she should be the one to apologise. But I insist and promise to never hurt her again or make her go through that again. She takes me in her arms and I feel like the luckiest man alive. I feel so because indeed I am the luckiest man. I embrace her and all the tension, fear, anxiety disappears. I feel like myself again. I get off my knees and lead her to a sofa in the corner of The Room. We sit there and I assure her numerous things. She does the same too. We reaffirm our convictions, I know she still wants to be in this Room. It is still as important to her as it is to me. I suddenly realise how awful, just how horrible it would be to lose her to the place outside The Room. In my heart, I resolve to never ever give her reason to leave The Room. I promise myself to be good, to be less selfish and let her do whatever it is she wants me to do. And so I kiss her and we make out till I can no longer see tears in her eyes. We fall asleep on the sofa and I find myself dreaming of a time ahead, dreaming of our two beautiful joys. I realise I can’t wait for that time when she will be called by my last name and I will be indebted to her for life. Remain with her because she loved me the most when I needed her. But as I suddenly awake from this dream I find she has left The Room. It’s horrible. Only this time I don’t fear that she might not return, that’s ridiculous. What I fear is that if she continues leaving someday she’ll find I have changed the locks to The Room.
My Intellect’s Loud And Noisy-MILAN