Robin & The Rigbys

i had never thought a man of few words existed until i met him, and it was with him that i learned it was not from lack of vocabulary, lack of knowledge, the man anything but ignorant. he was simply selective of his words, saying only what he felt was truly worth the effort, a true intellectual trapped within his own mind. he was intelligent, calculated, speaking softly but with the eloquence and sophistication of a scholar, and it was this almost cold detachment that led me to believe that he would never love.

and yet he did. and i had the misfortune of seeing him with the shards left of his breaking heart. his grip on life precarious. “i can’t seem to find anything wrong with her” he told me. he could not forget her. this one person seemed to shake the very foundation of everything he knew. all of this intelligence worthless at the thought of her, for even after all that he knew, all the definitions, equations, cultures, history- he could never figure out just what he was feeling, and why he was hurting. 

i concluded that he only had all this control over his words and his thoughts because he had never learned to control his heart. and it saddened me to see, yet i found some comfort in this. i smiled softly at him, and gave him some words of my own. and he smiled back at me, a soft smile that emitted the warmth he lacked everywhere else. he was not detached. he was not cold. he simply lacked the ability to express them.

my conclusion was confirmed this afternoon. i sat, working on some english, when i received a message on my phone. “Thanks for your support, today” it read, and i could not help but feel that i had finally become someone special in his life: a friend. i finally became his friend.