Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Joyce was unaware of what Natalie was planning. “Nat, do you have some tissue?”

“Here.” Natalie rummaged through her pure platinum purse and handed the entire packet to Joyce.

“Thanks,” she sniffled as she extracted a piece to dry her tears. “Nat, I’ve decided to give up,” she murmured, keeping her eyes fixed on her feet.

Natalie gaped at her. “Give up on your feelings toward Stanley?”

“Why?”

Joyce took a deep breath, willing herself to suppress the inevitable tears by forcing a smile. “Because I’m tired. I’ve loved him for over ten years, and where has that gotten me? A bruised and battered soul with not much dignity left. I don’t think I can hold on any longer.”

Joyce spun around suddenly, gazing deep into Natalie’s eyes with her own bloodshot ones. “I can see it clearly now. Stanley would rather be with any other woman than me. He will never love me. That is why I’m giving up on him.”

Natalie opened her mouth intending to offer words of advice, but she could come up with none.

It was certainly a pity for Joyce to give up on Stanley after loving him for so many years.

But if Joyce were to continue hanging on, it would just be waiting in vain. For all she knew, Stanley might not change his mind.

that happened, Joyce’s youth would just slip by, clinging on to some impossible

would be wiser to

was determined to continue down her current path. However, the choice

your mind?” Natalie looked deep into

instant. After a second or two, she gave

from living all these years with the fantasy of being with Stanley. There are plenty of eligible men out there, Joyce. Now’s the time to explore,” Natalie said with a pat of

and find one who is even better than Stanley who will love me back. I refuse to accept the fact that I am

foreboding came a little too late

everybody in the vicinity on her, Joyce gulped down the entire

her drink, Joyce’s face grew red as

stood up and quickly escorted her friend out

two departing figures of Natalie and Joyce from a lounge on the second floor. His expressionless face

that moment, a middle-aged man appeared, handing Stanley a glass of wine. “Stanley. That’s you, isn’t it? The Stanley

the glass with a smile. “Mr. Peter, you’re a humorous man. I’m sorry to disappoint you,

the

his glass against his companion’s. “That’s right. Perhaps it was the simple coincidence of someone else with the same name. Excuse