It's just love isn't it by Joy Rajan

“I’ve been so stupid!” “What do you mean Miss Jensen?” “Dina please.” I looked at her trying to read her face. But she looked away from me. For the entire session she has been starting at the ground. I tried my best to bring on a calm and genteel tone. “Ok Dina. Do you want to tell me why you think you’ve been stupid?” “I am.” She looked up at me and nodded slightly urging her to continue. “I’ve made so many mistakes!” “We all do.” “Sure, but I just can’t seem to justify my actions.” “How so? Did you break the law?” “Well no.” Then?” “I just made bad choices.” “Bad choices in? Your relationships, school? Or at other things?” She hesitated.            I was trying so hard to help her but I could not reach her. I could not understand why she spent so much money on therapy only to sit with me “I’ve been so stupid!” “What do you mean Miss Jensen?” “Dina please.” I looked at her trying to read her face. But she looked away from me. For ...

So I am finally writing again. What a relief. I feel like I have not had any time to myself to think and contemplate what has been going on in my mind. There just seems to be this lost for words as of late. Every time I would see her picture I could help myself but long for her. I hate this feeling. When I see her face I cannot help but smile and imagine that she is here with me. When I am out and about in the grocery store I could see us shopping together arguing about what we should buy and the ridiculous prices produce has now been priced at. I really wish I could just run off and be free of it all. Why did she tell me how she felt about me. Why tell someone you love them but in then say, "We can't be together." As frustrated as I am, I am glad she told me. I feel a weight lifted over my shoulder knowing that someone in the world loves and accepts me for who I am. But I cannot help but wonder if that is enough? I got out of my seat. Unwillingly I put my pen ...