A Love Story

Fiction from a dreamy teenager

It was another of those dark days of endless questions and confusion
of the how comes and the why’s. A bleak morning indeed. In the eyes
of somebody losing faith, bleak is a gentle word describing the
turmoil and the chaos buried deep within the realm of Mykie’s
emotions.

Mykie just suffered and by faith has survived a 15-year relationship.
So what? People break up, some people’s marriages collapse, leaders
get exiled, people from the south defect to the north, and even
mothers abandon their children. During his grief, he seemed to be
skeptical of the world around him believing he lived in it with
uncertainties in almost everything, or so he thought.

Sitting at one corner of his office, he brushed aside the blinds by
his window and looked outside. There he started taking notice of how
cluttered his office building had become. Six years ago, he walked to
this edifice as a young and aggressive executive. He came oozing with
bright ideas eagerly waiting to impress them on his superiors. Yet he
didn’t seem to feel any of that excitement now. All he can see are
plain competing concrete heights. Even at that sight, he used to
wonder how quickly these constructions could grow like mushrooms; how
a single crane could lift weights five times heavier than its own.
That morning, he lost…