Waiting

I met my old lover on the street last night… Oh well, not exactly. But a shadow from the past turned up the other day. It was more or less a coincidence. Having young people in my life, sometimes bring thoughts and dreams and memories back. This day was one of them. I typed his name on my computer, and there he was, a shadow from the past. It was the first picture I had seen of him since 1979. He was my first real love. I was 18 and the world consisted of only two things, he and I. I was immature, but old enough to love. We spent a summer together and life was very sweet. When the summer was over, he had to leave town. It was hard to say good bye. I placed myself near the mailbox and waited for his letters. That was all I could do.

After some weeks he returned home for a weekend. By this time I felt uneasy. Something was going on in his life, miles away from me. And I was right. He said he wanted his freedom and broke up with me.
Oh, it was hard. My young love was deep, deep.
To survive, I more or less fell in the arms of another boy. I don’t remember anythng from this relation, hardly his name.

Then something happened. I heard that my Love was coming home for Christmas. I grabbed the opportunity and invited for a New Year party.
Now, I guess you may wonder who I invited. You see, I still had a hope that the boy who had broken up with me, would lay his eyes on me.
So this is what I did: In the morning on New Years Eve, I broke up with my substitute boyfriend. I needed him out of my way.

How cruel can one be? Breaking up with someone on a New Years day!
I had no conscience or morale. I was only thinking about myself.
And I admit, this is the worse thing I have ever done to someone in my life. But I was desperate. It was now or never.

So what do you think happened?
Nothing. It was the most boring New Years Eve I have ever had, because I realized the boy I loved so much was not interested at all. For him I was past. It was over.

Cruel Unni got what she deserved.