“Do you still love her? Yes or no?” I asked.

“I’m not sure,” he replied, with his head bowed.

“I see. That means you don’t love her anymore,” my quick conclusion.

“No, wait. I didn’t say so,” he answered, trying to string a few more words to explain.

I was lost in his ambiguous answer that I just automatically stopped listening. I used to see everything as black and white – it’s like wearing BS (bull*hit)-detecting eyeglasses at all times. If something is not right, then it’s obviously wrong. If you are not sure you love someone, then you absolutely don’t love her. Simple. So that was the message I conveyed to his girl. The girl was disappointed, of course. I wasn’t probably the best messenger.

I know it sounds strange that I was giving advice about love and relationship when I was a boyfriend-less high school student. It was funnier that they took my tips as wisdom. Rarely do high school romances last so I doubt if I inflicted any damage on them.

Let’s go back to the “black and white” approach to life. Sounds lifeless, right? I say, elegant.

I’d like to call it minimalism. In this cluttered world, only a few things matter – truly matter. A black-and-white approach always abhors those who equivocate. Those who can neither say ‘yes’ nor ‘no’. Those who attempt  to hide a lie through lengthy stories.

No one likes the feeling of being fooled. It’s infuriating. What’s even more annoying is when you are aware of the fabrication but you have to keep silent to protect some people whom you hold dear.

We can choose to ignore bastards who don’t honour their words or who lie constantly. But we can’t forsake them if they are a part of the family.

This ends my harsh words.

I hope you appreciate my effort picking a dress appropriate for this post.