Always the good and innocent suffer

For every system there exists couples. We have couples in Hall, among course mates, in electives, in activities. And for every system there exists couples such that for all other people in the system, these couples are the envy of everyone else.

This is especially so for couples of the popular guy and popular girl type. Typically, we have a guy who knows how to talk a lot of cock, everyone very interested in the things that he has to say, knows how to use body language, and a girl who is either very pretty or has very good interpersonal skill, usually both.

But what happens, when things do not work out between the couple?

Popular couple break ups usually are much more dramatic, inreconcilable, and painful and scarring, than ordinary couples. I happen to have a friend, girl, who was involved in two difficult relationships in two years.

This girl came to NTU not green, like most of the girls of my batch, but red, with a guy that she knew just before coming to NTU. I got to know her during a school event in our freshie year, and mere hours later, I met the guy. This guy is a typical charisma. A tough, sporty man, supposedly good looking, with a smile and confidence that is typically the type that would attract girls. But when I saw him, I thought, there was something wrong about him. I could not pinpoint it. It was like in Jedi terms, the Force sensitive part of my brain prompted me that there was something wrong.

It turned out that I was quite right. I realized that he was a jealous bloke who simply did not like anyone to get close to the girl. There was once when he was trying to help the girl carry a whole load of lunch packets up a little hill in NTU, when they found that there was simply not enough manpower. I did the obvious thing of pulling out a plastic bag from my bag, for I was prepared. The girl was mildly surprised and thanked me, and mentioned that "I came well prepared." I looked at her to appreciate her compliment. The guy gave a weird little look as though to say "What are you doing? Are you having designs on her?" This gesture was unmissed by me.

The dubious nature of this guy was further proved later by one little incident after another, as was his lack of thoughtfulness. The girl, meanwhile, was a very innocent, endearing and complying girl.

Exam period came. From what I know, the girl had something on her mind, and therefore did not do very well. I do not know exactly what it is, but I suspect it was the guy, giving her problems. Should this be true, this is definitely the thing about him that I most cannot forgive.

They broke up soon after freshie year ended. And almost immediately, being green for merely weeks, the girl was red again.

This second guy was better than the first. About a year later, an acad year to be exact, they broke up, or perhaps I should say they were never truly together.

I would say, unbiasedly, that this girl's uni life has been scarred by relationships quite as badly as those who want but cannot find. And her story, I feel, is a true tragedy, and finely illustrates how the best of people sometimes suffer the worst fates.

Somebody told me that he pities this girl. I agree with him. This girl, given her personality, did not deserve this. She is a kind hearted, innocent, gentle girl, with a heart of gold, without any ulterior motives to anyone. She was not a flamboyant girl, a bitch, or a playgirl, and it is really sad that a girl with such archangelic purity and almost child like innocence has to suffer such a fate, have such a terrible past, in the best years of her life.

The story does not end here. For her third year, which is the present, the girl has been green. However, I worry about the quality of some of the guys that she is hanging out with, especially one of them. Yet, I am not sufficiently close enough to advise her directly. Worse, the guy that I am worried about is someone who WAS with another good friend of mine.

Therefore, I write the story here, in the hope that she will somehow get to read it. I have included some details in the story that she, and probably only she, will know that I am talking about her. I have deliberately added some details that uniquely identify her. I hope that she will read this post, and recognize herself, which she will be able to, and finally I hope that when she does meet someone who is good for her, that person will be at least thinking as much as I am. I hope that by writing here, you will understand, and be able to avert a third disaster.