The only Fish I Wanted to Catch

The Only Fish I Wanted To Catch

A sensation of astounding warmth enshrouded my mind and body as I blankly stared out on to the choppy lake. I realized that the blinding sun was sure to burn me by the end of the day. I was completely clueless as to where the day would take me. At first I was a little apprehensive about climbing into the small rowboat and heading out there for the entire day. What if I didn’t make it back? I had never been fishing alone. All I craved was to catch the perfect fish. It didn’t have to be big or fat, just perfect for me. So I mustered up the courage and took a chance. The last time I had taken a chance I had paid for it dearly.

Sarina was the perfect girl, and I was determined to let her know how I felt about her. She didn’t make me happy. Happiness was not exactly the emotion she brought out in me. Her presence brought out something within me that was much deeper and more sincere. She was the foundation of my utopia. She had a special quality about her. Most people I know walk around with their souls being held prisoner by their bodies. She was one of those unique people whose body was held captive by her soul. Thirty seconds out of every minute I thought about her. I always made sure she had everything. It took me six months before I could even tell her how I felt. When I finally told her how I felt she took the news really well, but I knew she wasn’t interested. After telling me that our friendship was too close for us to get involved romantically, I swept up the pieces of my shattered heart, put them in my pocket and walked away. I had her snagged on my hook but she threw it. I used kindness, and patience, and she used me. I gave her everything she asked of me. She took the bait and ran. She avoided me at all costs for the next two months.

Suddenly, I was at the mercy of the wide-open water of my misery, and was fearful of drowning. Had I been coerced into believing we were best friends? We squandered for hours and hours resolving each other’s personal dilemmas. We called each other religiously on the phone when we were apart. Then suddenly it stopped. Now everything I cherished was thrown overboard. I was in love; and it hurt. Nobody had ever taught me that love could be this painful.

Eventually she called me, and apologized for blatantly ignoring me. She used fear as an excuse. She was frightened of her own emotions. While she had been wrestling with this fear, I had found another girl, Nita. She wasn’t the consummate companion, but she had her own way of intriguing me. Nita was a fascinating woman, yet she didn’t have that same mesmerizing quality. All the time I was with Nita I completely suppressed my compassion for Sarina. I knew Nita couldn’t keep me happy, so I did what I thought was best and let her go. Sarina and I worked out our differences, and began enjoying each other’s cortege once