Such a small word that carries a lot of impact, don’t you think? Everyone has a fear. Some know how to control it; others live by it while most live in not knowing how to overcome it.
With a cigarette in hand, he looked at the sky and wondered why???? Is it really possible for a human to be really hurt to the extent that they become inhumane? Have no love and compassion for anyone or worse believe in the true value of having affection?
Jean Pierre, from his name you can definitely draw a picture of a young strapping young man right? Chiseled bodied, sun tanned complexion, short hair with minor curls, 6 ft 1, and hazel eyes….ordered with a drink that could be your one way ticket to heaven, no? Well he definitely had girls falling at his feet, been a model and all who wouldn’t want a piece of that? If not to taste to just package and stare at in the house like you would at a monument or a drawing, a trophy; mere fascination would be the best definition. Perfect picture from the frame but story from within….tells a different tale. WELCOME TO JEAN PIERRE’S WORLD.
Interesting how people in Paris be love in love and yet it’s just a mere emotion that confuses many and makes them do the most stupidest things ever. Jean did believe in it. Would do anything for his girl till one day he found out the hard way….. Concluded love doesn’t exist it’s just a mere perception that plays with one’s mind….commit suicide? Was an option! Hate the opposite gender? Nice way to go! Hurt all the girls that came his way? Better option… well that’s the safest game to play with a heartless person no….
Entered into a bubble that not many ever want to come out from… seen her beautiful smile, having her around him definitely made all his problems go away. Been the envy of most dudes, boy definitely had his way, he would even drive 200kph on the highway if she ever called and said she was in trouble. Shopping, dates, taking her to wherever she wanted and gave her whatever she wanted….you could definitely say gal got the dude wrapped around her finger, no? But that wasn’t enough...
She would always get more from others but had to keep a well clean slated reputation around others just to make others jealous on the kind of life she was living….jewels, good men, dining at the best places, seen with the cream of society…people from her social circles around Pierre warned him about her but he never listened…
“Y’all just jealous,”
Is what he told them. Well, why insist on telling someone the truth and they don’t want to listen? They let him be… she shuffled the dude like a pack of cards before dealing them at a poker game in a casino.
Right after a shoot, Jean decided to surprise his future wife, with her favorite chocolate, perfect diamond cut ring tied around a three month old English spaniel puppy’s neck at her apartment as he proposed… surprisingly found the door opened… quietly he walked into her apartment to surprise her. Heard the shower running and headed straight to the bedroom to wait for her. With a smile on his face, he placed the pup on the floor as he saw the door open. As the little thing made its way to her new mummy who was overjoyed to see the puppy but to her surprise JP on her bed, dumbfounded. Moment of silence…
“Baby, time for your back rub,” echoed a masculine voice from the bathroom.
“Yeah, baby time for your rub don’t you think?”
“ JP, it’s not what you think it is,”
Dropping everything on the floor, JP walked out even before he could say another would or have a grasp of air. Walked towards the elevator, with his ex running behind him,
“JP wait I can explain,”
“You have nothing to explain. Just go and get your rub before you end up in the ICU,” he said. “But JP I love you.”
“No you don’t. There is no such thing as love. If love existed, you wouldn’t do what you just did. Get out of my face, please?”
He drove for hours that night trying to figure out what had just happened. Best assumption would be that the girl actually called him back right? Ironically, not even a text to apologize… he reached a certain point and stopped driving. Recollected everything he was told by his boys, now the laughing stalk of them all, everything he did for her, publicity shame; none of that didn’t even bother him. All that mattered at that moment was the fact that, he felt empty; no heart; no soul; no room for affection; bunny had just digested a bad carrot. How would he get back on his feet? They say men don’t cry but really they do… he looked up into the sky and truly love was no longer a part of his chapter no more, nothing but a misconception that lingered in the human mind. Little did he know that, actually he didn’t lose his heart but actually came to face his fear head on. The fear of been alone; hurt; deceived and people taking advantage of you. All he had was what he considered to be his true love, a cigarette and a bottle in his hand.
Weird thing is, yes we do have diverse fears, some minor; some huge, but how do we face them? Let them control us? Do they actually control how we react to others? In this case, hurt others to feel the satisfaction of them been in the same dimension as you? Live in denial and rejection? Or turn over a new leaf and see the better options life has to offer?
