Introspection and retrospection:

He had her in distress as her relationship with her boyfriend was broken,
The relationship would never break in those days,
But these days it is viable as they have brittle foundation and material *******,
They don't imbue the feeling when they have to,when they say "I love you"
Loving is not bestowing gifts or texting at 1 and 2 in the nights,nor
Telling that I am thinking of you every moment,
and this hormonal ******* is viable to break at any moment,
"Love is an annihilation of oneself" so that he or she would include another person in to "themselves"
So........
He asked her envisioning that she would share her feelings of distress,
As her habitual reply,she didn't reply to him.....
He doesn't want her to brood on the past,
he wants to tell her that there are always people who will disappoint others,who doesn't understand others....
Love has nothing to do with others...love is your quality....don't have unrealistic expectations from others,it leads to misery.....
In the realm of that thought,
he thought he would console her...
But he doesn't know what she thought...perhaps she wouldn't have thought at all,
It doesn't seem strange to him,although,he knows:His love was always interpreted by her mind,not by her heart....
He spoke to himself
"I am not at least a friend to you,I never was,I don't know If I will....?you cannot even share your feelings to me...I am nothing for you,just a stranger...always...A stranger who is incapable of estranging from you".


He didn't tell her what he thought as he knows she is already in distress,
he doesn't want to be another disturbance or perturbance to her.....
Yes,you have heard it right!!! She always think of him as an annoyance and as an obstacle to her life.....
Perhaps She would never know that he has been an obstacle to make her to stride every higher step in her life....
He doesn't want to tell because he wants her happiness,
she doesn't want to react because she wants her happiness.....
....at least they confluence at the common point of happiness...
The sprouted longing never born a fruit...