An option in someone’s life…

My friend and I were having coffee at a restaurant. She looked at me and asked me if I liked someone. I could only smile. She was not satisfied with the response, and asked me again. I said that I did. She had this funny look on her face. She thought that it was someone whom she knew. That is, the guy who wanted to say a lot of things but had to keep quiet because I pretended that we were just acquaintances. He wanted to propose, and had started dropping hints. I was scared, and secondly not that much into it. So, I kept a distance. He got the hint. But, he still is in touch with me and asks me about me getting married. Strange. Al must have reached Mumbai. I have to forget. Why do I keep thinking of him? I thought I had brains. But I am such a fool. Knowing fully well that he cares for someone else, I keep thinking about him, loving him, and caring about him. I just don’t want to be an option in his life. If he loved me, he would have given me some indication. I agree that it is wrong of me to even consider that he might love me. That is not going to happen. It hurts.