From the title, you might imagine story about
PSI power or something. But here I'm going to write about an
idle talk.
I got some friends in my 28 years of life. The number might
be low. Some might think enough. I told limited number of
them other than those of same sexuality whom I met in the
Internet that I'm in love with a woman at present.
They are people who I want to have a drink in private.
H is one of them. I met him when I was a student and we drunk
together so many times. He has telepathy.
Sometimes he calls me from Kyushu. One time he called me just
to kill his time. His phone call captures my heart because
mostly he calls me when I am down.
I had been in a one-sided love with my best friend. She knows
my feeling but I've been suspended for 3 years for some reason.
As a friend, we have dinner together and go on a trip once
in 3 months.
I took her with me wherever she was interested in and could
see and talk with lots of people. Club Bravissima! was one
of those places. I took her to the event at my workplace.
There I introduce her to my colleagues as a friend. That's
not a lie. But I haven't come out so I can't say that she
is the one I love.
One of my colleagues asked her for a date. She thought some
people including me would go together so she accepted it.
Why I can't say?
If I (or she) were a man, I will tell anybody that she is
the one I love. As I deeply considered about it, I was filled
with jealousy and egoism and got chilled. I was extremely
tired of those thoughts and I got self-reflective. It's my
bad habit. My theory is that everything is my problem and
has cause inside me.
Thanks for the theory, I am now an emotional person. I know
that the guy who asked her for a date is an uninteresting
person, so I could keep my balance. But my mind is dark.
On that particular occasion, H called me. What should I call
it but telepathy?
He just said, "How have you been?"
He seemed that he read what my thinking. I was frustrated
and answered, "Of course!"
For about 10-20 minutes, we exchanged the latest news about
ourselves and hung up each other. After that, I cried.
I wonder whether I too have telepathy. Would I know if someone
was hurt and sad somewhere? I don't want to notice my telepathy
even if I have it, like H doesn't.
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