Short Story

My Love - 1

Whom I loved. Whom I wanted so much. Whom accepted me and looked into me straight unlike the others. 

Whom lied to me and my love...

7 years ago, I was 16 and first met him. Brian were new to our school and very soon, he became one of those famous people in the school, like me.

But unlike me, he became famous just by his own things. Like his personality, and his appearance.

As I said, I'm quite famous in this house too, but it is because I'm the daughter of the Salv house, the owner of the Sal company, which is one of the big companies in the country and maybe in the world as well.

Everyone was nice to me, but it wasn't because they liked me, it was because I was one of those rich people. It was always like this, every where I go, they will be nice to me and very naturally, will ask me to buy them something.

They might think that I never know that thinking I'm so dumb doing whatever they ask, but I do have ears, eyes and feelings. Also hearing the bunch of girls swearing about me will give me the answer straight away.

When he came the first time and saw me, like the others, he was nice to me. But found out that he was nice to every person. Always smiled and was polite, he was good at joking, was smart and even handsome. Straight away he had bunch of girls who liked him.

But one day, I was going into the car who came to pick me up, and I saw it. Through the car window, a person who never frowned and got angry, was staring in this scary face from far corner. I was curious, why is he looking at me like that? And I found myself very odd and weird, but I fell in love with him, just like that.

He never asked me to do anything, and it seemed he never looked at me as a rich person. And when I found him that day staring, I was sure and changed my status towards him from a new guy to person who I like.

Though I didn't have the bravery to tell him that I like him. And the days kept passing and graduation came. We just graduated and he I went Uni and he went overseas.

After a year, I was in second grade of uni. That was when I saw him walking through the corridor of my uni. I knew it was him straight away, and without having any time to think, I caught his arm. He looked at me. He remembered me and told me that he came back from over seas.

I found out that he was in some of my classes. I became really close with him and I started to love him more and more. I wanted him badly. I couldn't keep my feelings inside my body. It was growing too big to keep it in. So on the Christmas I called him out and confessed.

"I love you! Can you go out with me...?" I was looking at the ground, unable to control my voice. I could feel my face going hot, I bet I looked like an apple.

No answer.

I looked up to his face. He looked frozen. He didn't do anything, but just looked at me. After awhile, he came back to reality and nodded slowly but surely. I was grateful, happy, I couldn't do anything but to jump and hug him.

And afterwards I had a very happy and fun time, he was always next to me as a boyfriend. He was always there to help me, and receive my feelings that I couldn't keep it in no more.

I was happy.

I was now 23. He was still next to me as my best loving person. I was still happy. But it didn't last that long.