Short stories collection

There was once an apple

In the beginning there was an apple.

My name is Zara and this is my love story. I'm 28 years old, single and searching.
I was once in love. We were going to get married, go to Paris for our honeymoon. Heck we even had plans of having our first child in India but that's all in the past now. I can't achieve that again except my future husband has the same plans. Well I wouldn't want that. Going to those places will remind me of Eric.
Yes my ex's name is Eric. He is handsome, energetic and all you could wish in a man. Eric is 6ft tall a d very mascular. He has six packs, the kind that makes women gawk at him. I loved him and he loved me. Nope he never loved me, if he did, I won't be single again. I won't be in the market again.

I can vividly remember how we broke up. Eric was like "Zara I'm so sorry for this. You're a nice woman, a beautiful woman, elegant woman, sweet, intelligent and  fashionable. You are also a great cook. You're everything a man wants, everything."

I interrupted him teary eyed and asked why he was breaking up if I was everything a man needed in a woman.
I can never forget his reply.
"Yes Zara. You are everything a man wants in a woman. This isn't about you but about me. I don't deserve you. I don't deserve to be with a perfect woman like you. I don't. I don't appreciate you enough." Tears rolled out of his eyes. I got angry. He shouldn't be the one crying but me.

"I'm not complaining or am I?" I whispered as I held his face searching his eyes to see if he still loved me.

"No you ain't complaining but I'm tired. I'm tired of wasting your time. I'm tired. I have fallen out of love with you." He whispered softly.

I felt a sharp pain in my heart as I fell on a chair near me. He attempted to help me but I raised my hand to stop him.

"Oh really? Wow great news. Great news! I thought you called me your own? Wait didn't you say I'm the apple of your eyes? What happened?" I asked as I screamed. I felt my throat getting sore but I didn't care.

"Yes Zara! Yes! You were the apple of my eyes. You were! I had loved you but not anymore. I'm sorry." He screamed. His sudden scream scared me.

"Oh it's good I'm a writer. Wait I will title our love story as there was once an apple. Oh yes!" I said as I let out a bitter laugh.

"Don't you dare touch me Eric. Woe betide you if you do. Get out of my life." I screamed like a maniac.

"The ring." He said as he pointed to the beautiful crystal ring in my finger.

"Get out." I said as I flung the finger far near the door.

"I didn't mean to.."

"Get out! I'm sure you have gotten what you wanted from me. Free sex. Ok bye. Thanks for rendering me single again. " I screamed as I pushed him out of the room.
I cried for hours before I fell asleep. I wept for myself, I wept for my love, I wept because you was no longer the apple of his eyes.

Love is a really strange feeling. It's been two months after our break up and I have not gotten over it.
Well I'm glad I was able to feel what it was like to be loved. I don't know if he ever loved me but I enjoyed it while it lasted.
I will tell my unborn kids that there was once an apple.