He's not in Love with me

 I don't know what is this , I thought. This can't be true- I can't be running after someone for love. You know I can't start pining for someone, why should I? How can I. The kind of things you read in books these people who give up on everything and everything becomes one. I can't be that person. I thought. My head was talking to me, it really was! My heart skipped many beats before I came to the conclusion that maybe that man was meant to make me feel a certain way and hence I was thinking about him again. And he is here in this (city) country for maybe new years. And just around me for a few days. Maybe he is here for work, or for family or just a vacay. I shouldn't be bothered. And I am not even sure "sure" if he even is around. His and my common friend liked a status on face book which had something like this on that. And I am not going to let it bother me like this, I thought. I couldn't help myself from thinking, why him? Why think about him when I am sulking, I am in a mood swing. Why can't there be a new someone. 

Did he hurt me that bad, or did I take it to my heart a little more than I should have. Although he left me in the most mysterious manner. One night a few years back I met this man from somewhere and through someone. And I started talking to him about god remembers what now, but we talked and it felt like we were made to meet to do this only. Talk. Very calm and composed yet his complete focus on me, those- three- four days or like I call it my before and after New Year love story. That December end we got to know each other and new year we decided that we were a 'thing' and the same January we were unknown people again. Though the 'I Love You's were reciprocated very ardently and strongly, I think I took it more seriously than him. 

He went home after a couple of days and yes we only talked more. We had many topics to rant on together and we kind of were able to talk. Just, Talk. He was a very interesting character and a charming person, literally, each word. He was very well educated, severely well and his family did well too. And as I grew closer to him it had been the third day of his existence in my life and I was in Love. I wanted to be in love and so did he but strangely one night when we had to meet, He cancelled. He cancelled the following afternoons plan too. And all he did was lie down in the bed and complain about his stomach ache. Third day we didn't meet again and in two days he would have left. My impatience high, my heart was dry I decided I will ask him then. He said, he really was unwell and we made a plan again, I came back early from work, showered and changed to know that we aren't meeting again. He wasn't feeling fine and I thought he's not in love, with me. That moment I knew I was being lied too, because when we were talking he feared more than he could talk, so I asked him again why couldn't he just say.

Later I got a text from him, and here on what happened in reality is known to me, but this is my story and I want to see a different end to it. The one that I wish I could see or maybe just let love be if there was any, because this is just my story and of course, is incomplete. Suggest me where do we take this from here, the story is up on the Garage too. :)