Someone Like You.

 I fully intend it to be dumb and hence funny. In my defense, I was sleep deprived at the time of writing. Anyway, Read and Review. Image

I heard that you’re settled down
That you found a girl and you’re married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things I didn’t give to you.

It had been three months sitting at home, almost in peace, as she walked through the doors of what will be home to her for the next five years. New beginnings awaited her as she was leaving old friends behind to carve new memories. College life, indeed, would be much different from school life. She would be a new person, entirely and would thankfully leave behind old things which she hated, and voluntarily, for that matter. She was excited to leave behind the enemy she loved the most- Math.

Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain’t like you to hold back or hide from the light.

She hated everything about Math-the fact that there was only one right answer and the fact that she couldn’t find the right answers most of the times. She just wanted to get rid of it, and every passing moment of enduring it agonized her further. The fact that she couldn’t find meaning in it; and the fact that she couldn’t interpret it in a way that suited her did not help her at all. The fact that now she got to drop it with honour made her happy. New subjects which were more interpretive such as Literature and Psychology made her feel elated.


I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it.
I had hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
That for me it isn’t over.

 

But it seemed that Math didn’t want to leave her at all. Probably it was reminded of the great times they spent together, locked up in a room, all alone. Probably it loved her so much, that it must have felt like crying on a pillow when she decided to break it off with it. So it followed her, where she was uniting with the new love of her life- Economics. And also Psychology. It seemed that Economics was best friends with Math, and they were such great friends that they always went hand in hand. She didn’t realize it until it was too late-and why not! Economics had only showed her its Marshallian side for the time she interacted with it for the first few years. It wasn’t until she fell in love that it showed her its other sides.

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don’t forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
“Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead”

But she was trapped. She loved Economics too much to leave it and carry on. She decided to ignore Math as much as she could, but also to treat it with maturity. So she interacted with it in the most minimal way. She decided to treat it with civility-or as much civility as it could muster. Math, on the other hand was so miserable, that it never left her. It wasn’t mature enough, and out of the blue threw Calculus at her, even though it knew it made her uncomfortable. She knew it wasn’t over her, but she didn’t harbor much feeling for it anymore. She thought the period of interaction with it-which was most of her life, was something she only wanted to look back and laugh upon. Sadly, it never allowed her to be that person.

 
You know how the time flies
Only yesterday was the time of our lives
We were born and raised
In a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days

It wasn’t that there weren’t others, Math knew. But it was her. Something about making people who didn’t love you to love you. And as it thought of the times they had fun hurt it. And their relationship wasn’t as much of as a disaster, either. She was glorious in its company most of the times. There were times when they were best of friends, and sometimes she fell asleep in its loving arms. The best part about her was that she tried her best to solve all of its problems. She did her best to try and solve all the problems it threw at her for most of her life. It didn’t know time flew from when she was almost a toddler, when they were first introduced formally to the time when she officially broke up with it, to embrace new subjects in her life. New friends.


I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it.
I’d hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
That for me it isn’t over.

So when she took it off with Economics and Psychology, it was happy-because at least for the next two years it’d still have some kind of interactions with her, at least through Statistics. At least it was still in her mind. That made it happy enough.


Never mind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don’t forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
“Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.”

There were millions who fell at its feet, worshiping it like it were an incarnation of God, but it hurt it that she didn’t think of it like that. It wished her luck, but it hoped that she never forgot it. At least she loved it, even if it was more because she hated it so much. She also thought about the times they spent together. She thought of how she dedicated so much of her time to it, trying to solve all its problems, but it never seemed to get over! It also drained her physically and emotionally, so much so that she didn’t have enough energy to spend time with other friends of her.


Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Yet, when she wasn’t faced with it, she thought of all the good times she had with it. She thought of the funny problems it had. She failed to understand why would anybody eat up 250 mangoes at one time? Apart from that hurting the Law of Diminishing Marginal Utility (although some people would call it an exception to the law-because of it being irrational, she had other explanations to give them, one of which was how Economics didn’t show its complete self to her till she loved it way too much, but she didn’t wish to go there.), wouldn’t that person fall sick? Or even die?

Yet, she didn’t regret having Math in her life. It made her realize who she was and what she wasn’t. The memories were bittersweet, especially when she didn’t have to directly deal with it.


Never mind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don’t forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
“Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.”

She hoped it would just let go of her, like she has. At least now she has the loving company of people who got her and whom she understood as easily. Although it wasn’t a very easy and smooth friendship, she at least felt the connection- so much that she was willing to go the extra mile just to satisfy both their interests, something she never felt with Math.


Never mind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don’t forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
“Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.”

 

Math knew that it would know her for the rest of her life, even though she didn’t know it yet. It knew it’d be able to follow her to her grave. But probably it didn’t know that this relationship only hurt her. Although it was benefiting from being exposed to another person, it failed to understand how much of an impact it had on her, and not necessarily the good kind either. 

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About TheBlackWallflower

I'm just your average unique person. I love to read and write (no surprises there, eh?) and think a lot. I adore Rowling and think Harry Potter should be a religion. I also hate pink. I love fluff generally because it makes me feel intelligent and I love poetry because it makes me feel different. (yes, references.) I'm married to Sirius Black. So I sign myself as The Bitch alarmingly often. Oh, and I love Mr. Darcy. And Jo Longo. And Chandler Bing. And Sherlock. (Yes, I'm a fantard.) And in case you want to drop in a good, or a critical word, feel free to email me: theblackwallflower@gmail.com OR, follow me on Twitter: @WallflowerBlack Enough with the babble. OkBye. View all posts by TheBlackWallflower

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