Just Like A Marketplace Commodity "You still hide your true feelings, don't you?" she asked. "Yes. I have to. It's not like I've got a choice," he replied. "Why? What problems do you have? Why don't you share them with anyone?" "Others have problems of their own." That was not the answer he wanted to give, but something about her didn't let him share his true feelings. "From now on, you can share everything with me," she said. "Okay, if you say so." He thought he had found someone who would listen to him, take out time for him. Things had seemed really hopeful then. She said it so convincingly; or perhaps it was just the effect girls had on him. Whatever it may have been, eventually, he had learnt the lesson he tended to forget over time. It turned out she didn't have time for him. Her words may have indicated the opposite, but her actions didn't. Replies fro...
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