Someone's totally fictitious 2 year journey inside the perilous labyrinth of love

• Hmmm, this woman is really interesting. She has the potential to be my best friend.
• What the fuck? She wants to kiss me? She's kissing me. Ok... this is weird
• Think (narrator), what have you got to lose in all of this? Well, everything... your mind and heart. But... but, think of the reward! What if it works! I'll do it! *resumes kissing*
• I'm so much at peace! Plus making out is awesome! Physics and studies... what me worry? What me CARE?!!
• Errmmm... I think ... I think I'm in love with you. I can't stop thinking about you and want you around all the time.
• Yes, we're in a relationship. But I prefer not to think of it that way. Too binding... it ruins everything.
• We are SO in a relationship. I'm hers and she's mine! Woo HOOooOOO! Nothing can fuck me now.
• Babe... I need to think about physics and my future for a while. I'm not getting the time for the studies... my future will be fucked if I go on this way. I need a month or two to really crack down.
• Welcome back babe. Let's find that apartment you need.
• Awesome. You've got that job you need to have. Now you can feel "complete".. like you wanted.
• Cool... you've got your place. But ... it's not cool if I "stay" stay here? You don't want me to pay the rent, since I stay in the city... but I can visit? Errmm... ok.
• Hon, what's wrong? Ok... nothing. Are you sure?  ... Hon... you don't need to scream. I'll give you your space. I was just asking.
• Yes hon, I'll move my bag from the side of the bed and keep it in the corner. Sorry for forgetting.
• Ok hon... you're stressed. But you are yelling at everyone and losing your temper a lot. Maybe the job and the studies is getting too much to handle.
• Oh hon... so sorry you quit your job. But you do look more relaxed. (person a): Yeah, she looks so relaxed. She's the old (beloved) again. *group hug*
• Hmmm... we're only happy when we're in bed. We don't talk much anymore, she doesn't share much. It's just the stress I guess. It'll be better once all of this is done... whenever that is. Think long term.
• Picking up your old boyfriend from another city because of a promise you made to him a while back. It's ok. It's cool. I'm understanding. Go ahead.
• (Others): I don't know how he's so cool through all of this. I would be f*in batshit. *Narrator is honest enough to admit he's a little (cough) disturbed. He would not be if "they" were happily together though.. at the time*
• We're going on a trip tomorrow. This was distant, but nice. I love you
• Ok... why aren't you talking me now? You want your space I guess, but I don't get why you're happy with everyone else BUT me?!
• And we're back. Fuck that trip added more of a barrier between us. Things are really strained.
• What?! You're breaking up with me?! This is FUCKED UP! I have put up with shit in all of this and said absolutely nothing! No one else would have done the same! And after all of that... THIS! Fuck this shit! *storms out.... rides 25 kms to his own place*
• *immediately rides the 25 kms back* I'm sorry I acted like that. It was too much for me to handle. I'll try to be more mature, and accept this as just things not working out rather than a "rejection".
• Ok... I'm still coming over to this place. Why? I still want things to work out... but it's over. Meh... I don't know what I'm doing anymore. My life is absolutely shit. Hasn't been this shitty in years.
• "No, it's no problem. I don't mind sleeping alone on a mattress in the living room. It's cool." What the fuck am I DOING?!!! 
• Oh you came out. No... no... I was just falling asleep. Wait.... don't go. Please. I love you. *kiss*
• Ok... so we're done, but not done. We're getting the milk for free. That's fine. 
• Fine... so we are going out. It's nice and mellow. Lacks the sparks of round 1. We argue more often. But we've grown. Yea... that's it. We're more evolved now. The worst is behind us. It's only going to get better from now on.... eventually. 
• Oh. So you left town because you couldn't stand me anymore, you had a breakdown of sorts, and now that you are set back in your studies, you resent me even more? I've compounded on the resentment over you having left your job. You left that job because of me, because I couldn't give you space by not saying a word, becoming transparent, and only responding when spoken to? Oh fuck... this doesn't bode well for me. Ok ... women are weird. From now on I won't yell, curse or get upset anymore over anything around her.... no negative emotion display. I'll be my mellowest best. And absolutely NO honest talk with her. Good bye truth, good bye crying. She'll be better now.
• We're working it out right? It's much better isn't it? Anyway... it FEELS much better for me. She seems better. *shrugs* 
• YAY! I am done with this fucking University. Goodbye hell. Hello vacations. Oh, you're going home again. That's cool. I'll be looking to work with some professors anyway.
• Alright! Some guy in Chennai has taken me! And I love it here. But I miss you so much. Hmm... that's ok. You don't need to tell me anything. Less is more... I guess.
• I'm back! Man... doing the project and preparing for the tests simultaneously would not have been possible. It would have only gotten harder and more demanding in time. I'm just going to focus on the tests.
• Ok. I WISH there was fighting! It's mostly dead air nowadays. Unemotional. Why doesn't she love me? I've tried to do everything she wanted me to do. Can't she see that I've evolved? She says she does... but acts like she doesn't.
• The bed is the only good thing these days. Hmm... you have a nice new apartment, and the new roommates are nice. 
• Crap. My entrances thus far have gone bust. But I'm trying. What?! You've been avoiding me.. FOR me? To give me the "study space" I need?  *That's considerate I guess.... but if I had you, I wouldn't care if the world ended tomorrow, leave alone a stupid exam*
• Fuck. Our friend threw noodles on me because I jokingly called her a drunk. This is a bit fucked up. I'm apologizing my ass off... and I've really done nothing wrong. Don't people get jokes any more?! This is insane. I've done nothing wrong, but I'm apologizing. See... everyone says I did nothing wrong, and she probably acted that way because she was drunk. Our friend was drunk - that's it. But why do I feel bad? Yes... I need to explain off and resolve everything *Narrator often forgets key points sometimes - You can't reason with a drunk person ... sometimes*
• Ok, you don't need to call me when your friends are called over anymore. No... I'm fine. You're feeling fine and I can discuss anything? Ok... I resent the fact that we aren't sharing anything anymore. What is this? What do we have really? What are we?  .... What?!!!! What do you mean there is no us anymore? Yes, you did tell me you don't see us as something in the future, and it's really commitment that's keeping "us" together... but still, I thought there was some scope for the future. I 'm really trying my best every time I open my mouth and speak in this allowed decibel level, with pre-approved words to not upset you or "hurt" you, I try my hardest to watch whatever I say rather than being honest... and I am working on all those habits and actions I have that you don't approve of. Does that mean nothing? Ok... you've made it very clear that you don't see a future or anything else for that matter... and are trying to give it a chance as friends. But then why prolong this facade? What is THIS?! We're either friends, or we're something more. Which is it? What are we? Tell me once and for all... because I really am at the end of my tether this time. I've tried and tried, and at this point in time I am really tired. I have nothing more to give. I'm spent. And I've unfortunately come at a logical conclusion that this cannot work out, and when I come to a logical conclusion... it is beyond my ability to overcome it unless I learn something FANTASTICALLY new. So decide.
• Ok.. that was quick. Fine, we're done. I'm at peace. I've thought it through, and I had closure logically. It can't go on.
• Yes, it's nice for you to meet up with me. Yes, my exam is in a few days, and boy have I been working since you've been gone! I miss you emotionally, I still long for you, and I still love you.... but logically, it's done, it's resolved - it won't work out unless something new is attempted. Glad to see you're happy with me... that's refreshing. She's smiling... god how I miss her! How I wish....! But it won't work. Oh... you love me too, but find it too hard with me? That's ok. *Wait... why is this hug turning into a kiss. Fuck it... I'm not kissing back. Stand stilll ... just freeze. Good boy.. well done! You've finally grown a pair!*
• YES! I somehow cleared the merit list despite my crazy mistakes! NOTHING can ruin this mood I'm in now! Let's see you try God! You eff with me a lot fate... but I am on a huge high, and killing this mood is impossible! Fuck yea, 98 percentile! I'm getting called for interviews everywhere!
  What's that I just heard you say mutual friend, aka person a? Don't try to fool me! You can't. I'm not an idiot, though many may think so. Is it what I think it is?
  *Person a nods*
  Person a: "I can't tell you though... I promised her."
  Narrator: Ok... she's dating her roommate. FUUUUUuuuuuuUUUUCCK!!!! *bangs head on wall*
  
  The End. 

Update: I thought I'd add the song here that I was singing to myself for almost a month, right from the end of my trip to Bangladesh up to the Allahabad fiasco. I caught myself singing it AGAIN today... so yea, it's still playing in my head. Quite an appropriate song ...