I glance at my phone sitting on the coffee table.
The phone that used to ring often because of you.
Now it
remains stubbornly silent. I pick it up and look up your name in the contact
list. My finger hovers hesitantly above the call button. Should I press call?
There is a story about a scorpion and frog that were once
fleeing the forest. The scorpion begged the frog to carry it across the river
since he couldn’t swim but the frog was reluctant.
“What if you sting me?” asked the frog “We would both die.”
“I would never” protested the scorpion “Why, you are saving my
life.”
Despite the doubts plaguing his mind the frog agrees to take the scorpion. But when they were halfway across the river the frog felt a sharp sting on his back.
“What
have you done?” croaked the frog as they started drowning.
“I can’t help it” said the scorpion “It’s my nature.”
And they both sank
into the river.
I shut my phone and put it back on the table. I don’t want
to be the frog in the tale. Don’t want to get stung again because hurting me is
in your nature. You don’t want to do it. But it happens anyways.
In the endless battle between love and fear, fear wins once
more.
