A gentleman poured into a woman's goblet his words, wisdom and thoughts till it was replete. She in no time developed a taste for the drink soon becoming an addict. Hardly she realized what was happening to her.
"Pour in more!"
"Pour in more!"
Became the lady's usual words that rang in his ears.
He did as she asked even when he felt himself getting depleted needing to recharge. She knew not how time flew, drinking his words while filling his goblet with banters, gossips and words he didn't want to listen to. For her, minutes became hours of intoxication while he remained sober wishing to get back his vigor and wasted hours. His age of forbearance was depleting as well till there was not a shred of it left. When he started to refuse to fill up her flagon, her words became "Just one drink a day! Please!" which never once ended with one. For a couple of days, he told her that he didn't have any left which was answered days later with heartbreaking, distressing tears that softened him forcing him to concede immediately. This repeated a few more times till his heart hardened turning into an unfeeling stone, refusing to give in to the demand of filling up the glass of a woman disguised as a friend who cared, who called herself his best friend. This supposed friendship ended with her spitting spiteful words, calling him an emotionless man who did nothing for his friend. He pondered if it was worthwhile filling up the goblets of others with happiness and words, while emptying his goblet of stamina. He loved being alone, meeting different people and living his life to the utmost. He made a promise to himself that day, when it all ended, never to pour too much into one goblet.