That sissy Y chromosome

X was terribly in love. So much so that X would compromise on her life and her happiness just to steal a moment with Y. But Y was a busy man, having an arm-candy to show off was enough for him. He loved her, but not with the determination of William Darcy or the passion of Florentino Ariza, figures which cluttered the brain of X.

X wanted more than the charm or the token appreciation of her looks. X did not desire the bodily pleasures which were always on Y's mind. A little care, a little concern, a subtle gesture was what she looked for. But such things don't happen in real life. She knew a Rhett Butler waspish charm was not humanly achievable, yet, she hoped.

Y was a free bird, flippant and casual. He flirted easily with other girls raising X's scorn but never pacifying them. It ruffled a lot of things in X, passion and eagerness were a few as Y had slyly anticipated, but a steadily growing insecurity and dissatisfaction which he was ever blind to.

While X pined each day for a Paris who would have his eyes only at her and would risk all for her. she would have to settle for the cool logic and fluffy humor.

X would settle for what she got but she soon saw that everything served Y's convenience, and though they were supposed to be on the same team, she never got what she wanted. So X spoke out and that was the end.

A woman can never speak up. She is good if she is looking pretty and smiling and adhering to what the man wants. The moment she demands something for herself she is cheap.

In older times the outspoken women were tagged witches, whores and insane. The labels remain to this day, perhaps a bit subtly. If X said Y was her priority, it does not mean that she does not have a life, it just means she can put her life on a hold for sometime for Y, she loves him that much.

Logic is not what matters of heart are to be judged by, they never were they never will be.

What exactly did Sylvia Plath go through? She had a life, and damn right its better than that sissy Ted's.