On the edge of their matrimonial bed, the sad man sat confused, out of place, as if waiting for help, except he never brought himself into calling for it. He tried hard to read the note she left behind for him. He was trying to develop the courage to hear her reasons for doing what she did. He stopped looking at the note to wipe the tears in his eyes. It has been close to an hour since he came into the scene of the incident in their bedroom, alone, except for the remains of his wife lying cold on the bed. The neatly dressed bed suggests she went quietly, without much struggle.

“There are different kinds of love they say. Happy love, sad love; family love, friendly love; love love….But what they didn’t say is all love hurts.”

He read the note, drawing deep breaths and had one of…

Hello, how you doing?, ok, we need to talk,

I used to wonder why whenever I was walking , people I dint know said hi, it all started in my last year of secondary school, school was over and I was going home and some random guy said hi, to be polite I replied, and he looked at me funny – and gave me that I wasn’t talking to you look.

I was very confused, but this kept on happening.

And that was the thing, they were looking at me and saying hi but usually not talking to me.

It wasn’t until I made a concious effort to listen to that inner voice in me, and there it was, I could hear it, “they” always said hi, in a sweet sexy voice, no one could ignore that voice, and then waving their not very long “hands”, but the skill in…