The Story of a Love

This is the story of a real romance, between a man and a woman, seen solely from the perspective of the man. The story is reported live, as it happens. The outcome is not clear - could go either way. If you are here the first time, the blog should be read from the end, to get the "whole story" in the right timeline sequence.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Helping Her

Again she was in trouble, and again she turned to me. An issue at her work place. She described to me the situation in an email, and I wrote back an answer with my assessment and advice.
Her replies included: "Whenever there is a difficult situation, you are always there for me." "You always know how to make me smile."
I am glad for these statements. Now again is the difficult task how to interpret them... My first instinct would be to see them as a sign of genuine attraction. But I know that this cannot be. She has made that clear very much in the past year. Well, at least I am her friend.
She mentioned briefly her impeding wedding, about how much she is involved in the preparations and what a large work load that is. I did not reply to this, made no reference at all to the wedding. I will keep it quiet.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Wishful thinking

A few weeks of silence again. She was on travel, with him. But after her return, she sent me an email. Just a friendly greeting, asking how I am.

I have a feeling that her wedding will not take place. She did not mention it. Of course, that is what I hope for. But I also do not want her to be devastated... if she wants her wedding, wants to be with him, then what can I do other than to let her have her will...

Still, I have the right to hope for what I wish.

And I feel that things are not right between her and her fiancee. Maybe it is just my own wishful thinking... but I sense that something is not ok there. Well, I will find out in the next months. The wedding date is set for sometime in spring. Still a while to go. If I get invited, I will not go. That would be too much to ask from me. No way.