My Complicated Love

I am walking among the people; people who have no clue what kind of a person I am. What kind of an evil person I am; I don’t know. All I know is that I want to get what I really want. Would I do anything to get what I want? Let’s see.

I secretly envy the simple ordinary people. Even I didn’t know for a long time that I envy them. Because their lives are so simple; and they seems quite happy. If they would know about me, they would envy me too. I’m one of those, the ordinary people would dream to be like, as they have seen on movies. But my life is getting complicated.

So I have two facades. My sister who is a medical doctor would diagnose me as having “sczitsophrenia”, with her narrow minded knowledge on Allopathic Medicine. I do admit that I’m bit eccentric. But that is it, just a little eccentric.

One facade I put on when I go to the supermarket, or to meet a client who needs a software solution. I secretly feel an ecstasy when I realize that they have no “clue” what kind of a person behind the facade they see. Even when I go to the sports shooting club, I put on that facade, of a nerdy software engineer who is a geek. Even my fellow Rotaractors have no clue.

When I remove that mask, I’m a man who is fallen in love with a married woman. I do practice Witchcraft, at night, naked. And invoke spirits that those ordinary people are afraid of. And I do cast spells to get that woman I want, and I do cast spells to break down their marriage; by myself.

So I’m fallen in love. It is not a fall, but an elevation. Still people call it “falling in love”. Ordinary people… I’m not; and never been.

He is a photographer; an innocent looking guy, who is struggling to keep the pieces of his breaking down marriage life together. Now he might be riding on his bike. He has no clue that he is carrying a fingernail, and a lock of hair of him, to me, to cast a spell against him. What a pathetic situation.

He has fully shaven his hair and yet I managed to acquire a lock of hair of him. I knew, even before I have seen him; that he is bold headed. I can’t believe that he has mistreated his wife to an extent that she hates him. He looks so innocent, and clueless. Maybe he is also wearing a facade like me.

A part of me feels sorry for him, that he has gone through so many difficulties to get this girl, and now I get her with much less effort. I’m sorry man! I need her than you do, and I will treat her well, like to a Goddess. She will be my High Priestess.

She and I are Wiccan. It is because that we are Wiccan, we met on the Internet. But it is not the main reason I love her so much. She is like the other half of me, like the missing part of me, like Diana and Lucifer. She and I have so many similar interests. We have so much in common. She makes me complete, and fills up my senses. I like her for what she is. And I feel, it is same for her.

She has gone through so much trouble, and that is what made her find the path of Wicca. That is how she found me on the Internet. If she has not gone through all that bitterness, we would never have met, and she would still be a Catholic. It is said that what does not kill you makes you stronger.

She has bright eyes, those beautiful eyes get so bright when she looks at me and I’m looking at her eyes. Then I notice her nose, there is something special about her nose, which is prominent. And now she is smiling, and took my attention to her lips. She is wearing a dark lip color, and glittery lip balm. I feel like I want to kiss her on lips. Not just lips, I should give her five-fold kiss. I will kiss her feet and knees, and then I will kiss her womb and breasts and then lips.

She could have more splendor breasts. For her small, slim, beautiful, cute body; if her breasts were a little more large that would be wonderful. It has come to my ear that there is a “Gel” to enhance breasts. I would be more than happy to help with that gel thingy on her breasts.

She is walking towards me in to the lobby of Majestic City. When she walks, she displays a hint of authority. Her hair is waving as she is walking towards me. I don’t see anything else when I look at her. Her shiny curly hair, I want to put my fingers through her hair, and smell the fragrance. I want to hug her and put my face on her face, to feel her feminine smell.

I want to spread my arms to hug her, but I cannot, not right now. Her husband came. He looks so tired, and bored. I don’t even want to look at his face. I can’t look at his face. I’m afraid I would make him angry, but I’m not afraid to confront with him. I could easily knock him off, over the lobby. Well, that would also knock off my secret identity, in the public. I’m not even afraid of that. All I’m afraid is that, if I don’t deal with him carefully, he would do something bad to my darling little girl who has unfortunately happened to be his wife.

This guy is a Psychopath, A pathetic dweeb. Who has fasten a chain on her wife’s ankle, and never letting her go out of the house by her own. Finally he is losing her against me. I can’t imagine what kind of a psychopath would fasten a chain on her wife’s ankle. What would he expect from that, a wild temptation, or the assurance that she would not go away? That is so sadistic and I feel such a hate towards him that I would, I would… I don’t know what to do to him; I don’t even want to think about him. He is so insignificant to our story. For me; He Does Not Even Exist.

But when he has threatened to kill my dearest sweet lady I was so furious; and honestly I had a fear inside me. But who is he to hurt my darling? She would never let me put a wicked curse on this pathetic psychopath, because she also believes that it will come back to me. It wouldn’t be much difficult for me to give him a heart-attack; a glimpse of visual memory of his face is more than enough for me to do that. But she would not live anymore if that karma comes back to me. Confucius once have said that it is easier to hate and difficult to love. That is so true.

I want to do anything to make sure that she is free and safe. I want to go there and break her chains, and set her free. But would she be able to live on independently after that, until I become one with her… she needs a job, and a place to stay. I want to encourage for her Prison Break!

In the end I think it is fair to say that this guy has pushed me to cast a binding spell on him that will prevent him from doing any harm to my lovely princess. As a result he will be vulnerable, and may be in danger. But I don’t want to care about that. I Don’t Give A Damn!

A Binding spell is like Voodoo, and even uses Voodoo dolls. I have made a nice Voodoo doll for this guy. I have cut a block neat and tidy and sewn it carefully. No matter how much I hate him, still I should respect this guy who will be the subject of my Voodoo. I have bought beautiful red ribbon to tie him; I can’t wait to do it.

A part of me feel a kind of sorry for him that he has no clue about what is going to happen to him. He will walk behind us in this giant shopping mall when I’m walking besides his wife. Maybe I forgot to tell you this, he is elder than both of us, and she is elder than me four months. Who cares!

She has done a money spell for me, and she has bought the knotted ribbon for me to keep with me for good luck. And with that she will give me the book Norse Mythology, where between the pages 66 and 67 I will find a fingernail and a lock of hair of this guy.

Yes, she took out the book and the ribbon out of her back pack. She smiled at me and cam closer. As she comes close she looked down and turned her eyes up, making a mischievous look on her eyes.

How cute is she… She is shorter than me. Anyway I was wearing high heel boots. If she also wears high heels, she would be just the right height for me. Anyway, she is the right one for me. If she wore a black lace gown, that would be wonderful, and I would be more than proud to walk with her. Anyway, I’m proud of her. It Is because of her chain on her ankle she has to wear denims. I hate that chain on her ankle, and the psychopath who has put it on her. Anyway, all these problems will be over soon; and she and I will be together happily ever after.