“So tell me about her!” pleaded Marie. I have told her about my thoughts towards the piano lady and she seemed intrigued by the new piece of information. It felt as though I have broken the routine of every day; I have become a case study in her psychology book.
“The situation is rather complex,” I told her.
“Tell me,” she said. She leaned forward, her hand held her chin. I paced slowly about, my eyes on her.
“It is complex,” I started, not knowing what to say. I really have not thought about it fully. “Because I do not understand the situation objectively,” I managed.
“Oh, but why would you not go for it? It is rare that someone would get this feeling.”
“On the contrary, I am constantly bombarded with affection towards other people. I love at incalculable lengths. Friendship is goodness, love is beauty. The two drive my thoughts.” I have remembered at that moment what I have always been told: Please think carefully. But not with your heart. How would anyone understand…