Kunle sighed and leaned back against the cushion. He steepled his hands and gazed at the ceiling. The fan blades chased themselves lazily, doing little to ease the heat in the therapist's office though the weather outside was cool.
“I did try,” he resumed talking, eyes on the spinning blades. “I love her and try to understand her. I feel like I'm always disappointing her and when I try to fix it, we argue. I realise she's thinking something totally different from what I thought….” He paused.
“She says I should let her in. I think I do. Then she says I don't check if she's fine. But she says she's fine and now, I have to ask twice just to be sure she's really fine.”
“Is that working well for both of you?” the middle-aged therapist asked, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, his pen poised to take down more notes.
Kunle rubbed his face and met his gaze. “Not…really but it's only been two days.”
“Do you want to keep trying?”
“I want to, truly. I love her but it feels complicated, like we are always at odds.”
The therapist snapped his notebook shut. Kunle checked his wristwatch—he still had more time left. The man's expression turned more serious.
“Life is as complicated as we make it. I'll need you to relax and strengthen your communication with your girlfriend, okay?”
Kunle nodded. “I'll try.”
“Do that. And remember, simplicity is the new complexity. Don't overthink everything.”
He watched his therapist stand up and gently ushered him towards the door. He frowned and almost turned to argue that his session wasn't over but thought to check his watch again.
It had stopped ticking.
I hope you enjoyed reading this short piece. It's inspired by the Freewrite #dailyprompt phrase "simplicity is the new complexity".
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