On a Moonless Night

He asked, "Do you have to work tonight?"
"I'm glad you're okay," he smiled sadly. "I'm heart broken."
"Yes," I looked at him closely, trying to gauge if he was jesting.
I arched a brow then realizing he was serious, asked:
"Why? What happened?" Then added stupidly, "Are you okay?"
"What time do you need to leave for work?" he paused, took a deep breath.
"I'm not really okay..." he admitted. "But this will pass, maybe it will take days....
I have to make myself busy.." he stopped.
"By ten," I answered. "Listen, I'm worried about you...I don't know what to say..."
"I will be okay, "he smiled, embarrassed. "Although she's not saying anything, I can feel that she doesn't want me. Wish I am numb...maybe the problem is with me..."
"Don't say that," I scolded."Why do you need to blame yourself? Sometimes things just happen...it does not have to be somebody's fault..it is just what it is..." I mumbled.
"I guess love is not meant for me..being nice isn't enough sometimes....maybe I am not..." he whispered almost to himself.
"That is not true" I said vehemently."Sometimes hurtful things happen despite our best intentions..."
"Maybe.." he sighed. "I want to devout my self to work...to make myself busy..to forget..." he said defeated. "I'm really stupid..I love her so much...I guess I'm wrong..."
"Maybe you're just hurt...that's why you say that..." I said sadden by his words.
How can one so young give up on love so soon....
Cy11.17.06

for Chris