“Let me in for once”, came her voice from behind the closed door.
“No, you won’t stay for long. I will be sad again”, I responded from my side.
“I won’t leave you this time” was her empty promise.
“That’s what you said the last time. Before you left me for another”, said I.
“So you refuse to enjoy this one moment of ecstasy for the fear of losing it later”, She asked one last time.
“Yes, for you can’t lose something if you don’t have it in the first place.” I philosophized.
Her retreating steps, I heard with delight.
Happiness was moving away from my door.
With relief, I sighed.