Sometime ago. I came across a fellow. He looked so bright and gay. On that sunny day in May.
It felt so good with him. Somehow we just fit. So I asked his name. He looked at me with disdain.
He said “you are not desirable. I do not want you”. My heart sank. Was this a prank?
“Please, I beg, no.” I cried out to him. He walked out the door. I dried my eyes and looked at the floor.
Several years past. I grew my beard out. Maybe he won’t recognise me now. Maybe he was just a silly cow.