She was utterly frustrated. While he was not fazed. Even just a bit. The smell of romance has faded into the overwhelming stench of solitude and differences. He said the girl was too much. A weight not meant to be carried. A thing to pass the time. A toy meant only for fun.
Woman. she was full of life and for three years, that is. He missed her a lot for those three years. He kept missing her a lot. But somehow, that “a lot” turned into “maybe” he missed her. The boy was silent, maybe wondering why he missed her less. Was there another? Was there less of her in his heart? “Maybe it’s both”- the boy thought.
December. Merry making time. It was a jolly little Christmas and she was smiling. For a moment she thought that the call from overseas was for him to hug her even if he wasn’t there. It didn’t even cross her mind that the call will be cut short with him bidding her goodbye.
January. A new year for her. At least that’s what she thought. Indeed it was over, but one day he came back. Saying he gained his senses back and was willing to look only at her. She was gullible enough to trust him again. Maybe because she heard he cried, while thinking that she might have another in her heart. New year, she thought. New year.
February. Just like the call, the romance was cut short. He told the woman he wanted to stop. She didn’t hear “It’s not you, it’s me”. In fact, he put the blame on her. He told her being with her is becoming a baggage for him. It turns out she was played for a fool. He didn’t mean it to be. But he made it to be. No more chocolates and cupcakes.
Think there’s more? No. More of him and she’ll burst like a dam overflowing with water. Those three years and those last three months are all he’s worth. Now the rest of her life will be for her, and the right man,not the “boy” who wavered while having her heart on his sleeve.