What was meant as an innocuous remark I made on my part mutated into a war of words, into a stream of allegations and assumptions Amy sent my way in an email. I could not even begin to imagine why she suggested what she did.

I could not comprehend the violence of her written words. And I certainly did not think that the magnitude of her reaction was warranted. I looked back at the years we have spent together, and I wondered if there were no lessons we learnt. That the understanding I thought she had of me was good as naught.

We spoke on the phone. It did not help one bit. I felt like hitting something. I wanted to storm her doorstep, and bring the shouting match to her.

I brought her flowers instead.

We stood outside the entrance to her office, and said little. I handed the bunch of pink Oriental lillies over. When she gave me a light kiss goodbye, I felt nothing.

As I walked away, I thumbed the following and sent it to her: The flowers are my way of saying that, as much as you may think otherwise, you are the only one in my heart. Don’t ever forget that.

Her reply: And tears are welling up in my eyes, as I love you very much too. Sorry.

Maybe it is time to let go give up.