THE LOVE DEALER
He knocked her door, it was the wrong door but he did not know. She opened it with a smile. He did not know the reason of her smile. It was the first day of a new year, it was cold; they both sought warmth. Love knocked their door with all the unknowns of their souls…
They spent half an hour or more and he left. He went to Australia for business; that was what he told her before departing. Whether it was true or not, she did not know, she did not want to know, it was his problem to tell the truth not hers. Why did he really come to her, she did not know. That did not matter; she wanted to discover another colour of love in him; he did not know. She had freed herself from artificial worries outer world imposed upon women long time ago.
Was he going to call her back, did he find her pretty enough, did she utter all the right words when their eyes met, why did he leave so soon, was he not into her, did she or did she not play the game of love right and all the other idiotic unreal fears could not even dare knock her mind nor her heart. She smiled and was always going to smile regardless of who appeared by her door. She was free and she was always going to be…
He wrote to her twice a day. He was good at telling all the sweet nothings, she was good at listening. He told, she listened, he told she listened and not she knew him more than he thought she could. She told him some sweet nothings, too, and she told them sincerely. He wanted to play with her mind after entering into her warm heart from afar.
He told her what he had dreamed last night. She listened.
“We were lying on our bed, talking about our marriage.” wrote he.
“Goodness me!” she exclaimed. “That is so sweet!” she added excitedly. He believed that she had believed.
“You are love of my life!” “You are my dream come true!” he proclaimed next day and all the other following days. She smiled but she was not thrilled. She knew where true love was…
“We shall have kids; two or three.” he suggested next day.
“Why not?” she replied. And that was the price of his love. How sweet it sounded at first, but he was clearly asking her to pay with her entire life. She smiled, no that was not love…To him she had to pay if she wanted to be loved, but he did not know that she had already known what love was and where its true kind was…
“I had a dream; it was raining. I was on my way to meet you but I met Amy Winehouse and many other singers and artists. So I could not see you.” read he, next day. That made him realise how pure she was.
Three months have passed exchanging dreams, promises, carefully selected wishes, best pictures to build a strong, suffocating, bitter sweet bondage which he called true love covered with her pretty image accompanied with his unborn kids.
“I have earned more than seven millions from this project, I cannot hide anything from you, we are going to be one soon.” he wrote to her. To her hat was the clear proof of how he perceived himself and how he wanted her to perceive him. She pitied him, she found him very poor instead. No he was not free and he was never going to be…
“Good, enjoy it.” she replied.
“How should I invest this money?” asked he. He was not that idiot surely. And she was not idiot to believe that he was an idiot. She knew what was going on in his head so she smiled.
“Such a conditioned man!” she said and decided to wait until the end of his game.
“I am coming to you this Friday baby.” texted he next day. “But there is no direct line to London so I will have to stop in Hong Kong, I will write to you from there, too.” texted he reassuringly.
“That’s great my love, should I pick you up?” asked she in the same tone. He was sure that she was blinded by his love, but she was not so sure about his sound lies. She smiled.
“Yes, please do pick me up baby.” he replied in a masculine tone which she felt even through his text.
“Okay, how do you usually feel in the end of a long flight my love?” asked she.
“I feel very strong.” replied he guardedly. That made her smile.
“So I should not worry about your wellbeing then?” replied she. He felt sick of himself deep inside but he had to complete his job.
“You should always worry about my wellbeing because I will be taking care of you, too.” he wrote back in a manly tone. Yes, he knew he was technically a man but only technically.
“Perfect!” she replied and smiled. There was taste of pity in her smile. She wished him well and smiled again. He had no idea what love was in her eyes…
It was Friday and she was on her way to Heathrow Airport.
“I have been arrested due to having more than seven million pounds in my bag, he said in the text he had sent.