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Part 2 of "Come Back...Be here"
Jennie's Pov
When you had found someone who understands even the slightest thing, remembers your favorites, and is both good with words and action, you'll do everything to keep them. Because for you, there will never be someone who's exactly like that person.
And those kinds of people are rare to find, the reason why I held on to her despite the gravity of the circumstances. Lisa, was my anchor, sometimes I wonder what did she find in me that made her love me. She was the most imperfect but perfect person I could ever have.
I love her, that's what I realized when she decided to watch my play rather than attend her class. Not that I wanted to tolerate it, but, I was grateful for her to be there for me when no one is. She was the right person at the right time. That I dream every night of spending my life with her.
"Why would we do that?" I questioned back when she asked for us to meet again before we get married to another person if we won't work out. There was a dreadful look in her eyes when she explains why. I hate how she thinks about it, but I let her, "Okay, we'll do that "
And when she learned that her love for me had come to an end, I saw the edge of my fate crippling. How can she unlove me? How can she fall out of love, when I'm falling continuously into the pit of her love. I know there's gonna be something that makes her do this. "Hold on to me, hold on to us," is what I said before she left me.
I was calling her, over and over, crying for her to come back and be here with me. "Did you tell to her to break up with me?" I angrily lashed out at my parents. I respect and love them, but this, Lisa leaving me after knowing that I need to pursue my career, I can't. My Mom was puzzled and shook his head.
"No Jennie, we didn't do anything. We never told her about it." She explained, I comb my hair and slumped on the couch. Lisa was not replying to any of my messages, I called her hundreds of times, and she block all my other connections to her. I was torn by the thought of losing her. "I couldn't bring myself to believe you..." I sobbed, palming my face.
Before I left the country, I went to her place a couple of times, wishing she would be there to welcome me or to say goodbye. But every day was unlucky for me. Maybe she was telling the truth when she admitted she had fallen out of love. However, that didn't falter me that quickly. While chasing the dream I had for myself, I would occasionally ask my friends if they have news about her.
I miss her each passing day and my feelings grow older with me.
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I was skeptical when love had open a new door for me. In the middle of my race to success, and trying to burn my memories with someone I love, I crossed someone's path accidentally. And he had shown me again how beautiful love feels. But there would be times I would pray to not see her in him, because everything he does, has similarities to my home, and I long for my home.
