The Other Side

"I hate you ever so much for being just like me - maybe if you were different ... we could have been together"

Jay: I hate her man. She's so much like ... like ...

Danish: ... like you.

Jay: Yeah, yeah! I mean, I'm someone who she is, ... too!

Danish: ... and?

Jay: And I like being who I am. It's just that, to be with someone, just like me is ... is like having no fights, no disagreeing, no arguments? Like its just ...

Danish: Like its just living a life on one side of a road, and not knowing what's on the other side? Or looking yourself in a mirror and knowing that it's just a mere reflection of you? Maybe you want to cross the road, and instead of a mirror, you'd want to see ... see through a glass, or a window?

Jay: Yeah, a window. Where I see her - that girl, who's on the otherside of a place which I don't know about and I at a place, where she's never been at. And then we spend the rest of our lives trying to live between these two worlds and living a life that is complete. It's like as they say, 'the better half of you' - or, 'the other half of you' because they see the other half, or the other side, that you don't know about.

Danish: So what about this girl, the one who actually exist in your life, and who's someone just like you?

Jay: Her ... there's something inside of me that wants to be with her, but at the same time I don't want to be with her. Because I don't want to stand on one ... one side of a glass. I just don't know why I fell for her, and it kills me every minute because I don't want to be with her, but I just can't leave her.

Danish: So then?

Jay: So I don't know, it's like, I like it when I see her, I like her, and maybe I wanna be with her but knowing that she is someone who is me?! I ... Danish, I just don't want to spend rest of my life standing in front of a mirror. I can't sleep man, I can't just ... I don't ... daaaaaah! I don't know what I'm doing, and I wanna cry but I can't ... I just, I can't do anything man - nothing. Nothing man!



He was crying, I could see it in him. He was right where we all are, at times. He simply didn't know what he was doing, or intended to do - and I couldn't tell him anything more. But he's happy today, because he saw that other world in her, that same girl - and he realized that we all have a different world of our own. She was, that girl on the other side of the road. She was, his other half. She was, who completes his world.