A Teacher's Diary

Short Story: She

We argued. Like we always have. We haven't talked for days. He didn't tell me he loves me. Not yet. I thought he doesn't believe in relationships. It's only a label anyway. We're not friends. It's more of no strings attached.

And today, I miss him.

I always dream that one day. Despite the failed relationships I had once before. No matter how broken I am. He'll tell me he love me with all that I am.

I am his prisoner. I am his willing victim. And all I ask is to be loved in return. He'll be my husband. I'll be his wife. And we'll have many children.

Then, one night... He asked me to go with him in a garden. We were surrounded with beautiful flowers. There were candles lit. The moon and stars were bright. A group of musician serenades us. Dinner was served. And when we sat, fireworks sparkled in the sky.

It was too romantic. Too good to be true. I thought it was a dream come true.

So I stared into his eyes. Those sweet beautiful eyes. I stared at him. Full of desires.

Silence engulfed upon us. Then I see him looked away and stared onto vast nothingness instead.

Confused as I was, I eagerly want to hear him speak. While the butterflies already flying in my stomach, I asked him,

"Is this your way of saying sorry?"

I saw him shook his head. There was another long awkward silence. But I waited. And then, finally... He managed to look straight into my eyes and he replied...

"This..."

He paused. I thought I was ready to hear it. Then he continued.

"Is my way of saying goodbye..."