I saw Irene Adler again

We saw each other again. It’s been months and it felt like it was longer than that. I always thought I didn’t mind not seeing her again (or soonest) but yet again, I was glad I did see her. It’s one of those times when I’m so caught up with everything around me and temporarily forget about her. Then suddenly she pops back into my life like an occasional pimple. It made me think of how unfair it is. And I’d ask myself why I feel like I would give up the stability of my life just to see her. It’s so easy to harbor hatred towards someone. It’s so easy to be indifferent towards the complexities of a relationship. It’s so easy to act as if you’re not bothered by anything, as if you can go on with life without being affected. It’s so easy to pretend I didn’t miss her.

But everything changes when she’s there – in front of me.



I’m not even asking for anything from her. I’m not longing for her to be fond of me again. I’m not hoping that things would get back the way it used to. And it’s not like I couldn’t live a normal life without her, coz actually, my life has been pretty okay lately. But there’s something about being around her that makes me simultaneously restless and calm.

And I hate that. I still feel like I’m vulnerable against her. That she can still pick me up by my arms and play with my body like a paper doll. She has no idea how much I panic whenever she’s talking to me. I just don’t let her notice.

She’s changed, though.

She wears short shorts now. She gained weight. She throws more jokes now - corny ones, but still amusingly cute. And when I stare at her eyes, she does the same. She usually doesn’t. And most of all, she’s become more charming.

But like I said, I’m not chasing anything from her. I just submerge myself in this undeniable truth that she still has me in her pocket – whether or not she’s aware of it.

Wait. She IS aware of it. She even abuses that power. I’m Sherlock Holmes and she’s Irene Adler. My brain malfunctions when she’s around.



PS: We had a good time.