The Window That Beckoned~

I look at myself and at all the people around me...and there's one thing I can't help but wonder!
Do people actually enjoy being hurt?
 She was a little lost. Lost in the world that she had suddenly found herself in, the one with the million oppurtunities and possibilities. And to her, it felt like she could not make the right choices for herself. Where she was going wrong and what exactly it was, she couldn't quite put a finger on. And yet the window of oppurtunities had only just been shown to her. She was yet to explore the depths, experience the sting, taste the fruit or hear the music; though she was almost there...on the brink of opening that window...
He was new there. Met a few people, connected with a few. He was trying hard to hold on to what he had and 'remain' what he was, but he was so sure of himself. He was secure in being who he was.

And then they met. And BAM!!! It was bound to happen. They fell in love, or so they thought! Together, they were so much in sync, moving along like fluid...together. Always together. People started referring to both as one. 'You' now meant 'you both'! It was simple. It was easy and comfortable. It fit.


But there were times when that window beckoned... and she would think about what lay beyond it. She wavered. And then, on that dark, dark day, the urge was too strong and propelled with a feeling of anger over some trivial matter, set with determination and bursting with curiosity, the window was opened. The black blizzard that enveloped her after that had her wandering through the darkness for a long, long time. And in that darkness, she lost the way back... made a couple of wrong choices, took the wrong road. It was like a whilrwind, sweeping her within itself. Showing her faces she knew but not quite. Sides of herself she was frightened of and facinated with at the same time. There it was, now hers. No longer a secret. She felt the thrill, the sudden feeling of the wind having been knocked out of her stomach but there was also the fear, of what she was to lose... or had already lost.
He, after her, tried opening the window which had shut so tightly behind her, but he couldn't pry it open. It wouldn't budge. He knew it would open only when she was ready. And so he waited...and waited.. there by the window. That DAMN window.

And she did come back. But that's not the point. She came back and he took her in his arms. But that's not the point either.
The point is...Why??
I know what I mean when I ask why... and I can't quite explain it...
Why to whoever may read this may mean 'why did she open the window', 'why did he wait', 'why did she come back', 'why did he take her back'... or.. 'why the f*** are u writin this bullshit' ;)


Go figure... I wrote a story of two people I know... and I'm happy he took her back. But it angers me too.