Contemplation…

He stole biscuits for me and took the blame. He kept awake night after night to drive away my fear. He scanned a page of his own exercise book to mail me a copy of an answer, before an exam. He braved the rain to see me because I was sad. He held my hand throughout the train journey when I lost a dear one. He did not speak because I was tired of voices. He always understood when I failed a date. He never voiced a protest when I ignored him for weeks. He was patiently waiting on the other side of the cell phone to hear a “hallo”. He made me laugh uncontrollably; he made me cry with his vulnerability. He never shouted, he punished me with his silence. I always thought he loves me more than I love him… but just when I picture him smiling not for me, crying not to me, walking just ahead… a bit indifferent. It pains. I remain silent with an “all-accepting” pretence. It’s just then...then...I realize I have always…always loved him more. Strangeness...thy name is love.