At eighteen,
I left New Jersey and went to NYU. After the kiss at the age of seventeen, we got a little bit closer like we used to except for the fact that you just wanted us to be a secret, that you wanted me to be yours just after school time ended. You were selfish, I know. So that's why I left our hometown without telling you anything. Not even my parents dared to tell you where I went to for College. Perhaps I needed to let you go. And perhaps this time was for real.
YOU ARE READING
The Hourglass.
Short StoryAt five, I met you for the first time. At eight, I fell in love with you. At twenty six, I watched you marry the girl you love the most in life. At twenty eight, you got your first child born into the world with such a happiness I could never give y...
