I had a friend once. Someone who used to follow up on every girl he introduced to me, by staying just on the fringes of every date I’d make: no social binges.


These were really innocent, I had no need to act like a superman. If I succeed to impress them with my very nature, then it’s just a very simple step to do it all again.


Once when I was walking, I noticed I was bored. No amount of influence of her own accord, seemed to have the same effect as when we used to play; I decided then and there to leave it for another day.


Then there came a voice—made me stop and stare—my imagination, pretending she was there. Something of a problem, someone I never knew. Seeing her alone like that, don’t know what I’m gonna do...