Airport In Love Part II

“Happiness depends on what you can give, Not what you can get.” ~ Mahatma Gandhi

The airport has yet to see me hurt again.
Cos this was where my recent most ordeal all started.
Cos this was where I had yet again fallen entrapped.
Cos this was where I had met the other She.

For those familiar with Tolkien’s LOTR series,
May know of a certain character named Ungoliant.
Mother of all spiders.
She who spurned webs out of Darkness itself, consuming all that was Light.
She who sucked the twin trees dry,
And forever denied Valinor of their Light…
She who assisted Morgoth to steal Feanor’s Silmarils.
And she, whom I had associated with the girl that I had met, loved and loathed.

It was here that I had met Her.
She, working as a temp, Me, working also as a temp.
I had fallen easily for Her, instantly actually.
Helped by my previous failed relationship.
Helped by those lonely nights there where I had spend working alone.
Accompanied then only by Her.
She became my confidante, my shoulder to cry on.
And it was then that we became close.
And it was then that I started on my journey to be hurt.

She was all good at first.
Gave me hope after FHM.
Gave me Love after FHM.
Gave me just what a broken man like me needed.
Made me fall for Her, deeper and deeper she entranced me.
Silently weaving her web of lies around me.
Slowly and surely…till it was too late for me to get out.
Me a Man made meek by Her.
Then the hurting starts.
As surely as the Sun rises she chipped at me.
Little by little.
Just like a movie, the plot thickens.
Lies, Sex and Betrayal…all the elements was there.
God, I could have made a good movie out of this.
If only I could write better.

Sigh.
Why am I doing this?
Jus thinking bout it hurts a lot.
I thought the pain would go away but it doesn’t seem to subside.
Not even a bit.
Arghh no I dun want to continue this…