Will You be mine, again?

Epilogue II

In the beginning, it was amazing. After we left our houses and went to our universities, literally miles away from each other.

Being still in the beginning of our relationship, we were so happy and so in love. We were so confident that we would get through long distance and be the couple who went through it and got married and had children and all.

I remember how our calls, turned from talking for hours to atleast an hour a day to calling once a week to then becoming just texts.

I remember the initial days, when we used to literally sleep in as we were in FaceTime.

We used to sometimes fly over to each other's places and surprise each other. But slowly; we just didn't feel the rush and emotions anymore. It was very well reflected on our calls.

It became more of asking whereabouts rather than actual making a genuine conversation.

He got his own group of friends, I got my own. It was just so gradual and at a point we both kind of recognized it was irrelevant at a point to be together. Where we were both holding ourselves back, for actually nothing.

I really didn't know about love, neither did Jacob. We were young and we felt some things, maybe we labeled it wrong.

But still remembering our times we were having still brings up smile on my face. But the tears now falling freely from my eyes is having it's own story.

Because sometimes I did feel, we didn't try enough. Relationship surely require time and effort. Was that lacking in ours. Or was it something else, these questions always comes and goes.

It has been seven years since we called our quits. It was actually on my graduation day, he flew down to be in my ceremony.

From the beginning, since he arrived. The kiss that we shared didn't hold the spark as it used to before. His eyes was very distant.

I couldn't feel that it was not only him to blame, but it was equally problematic from my side too. My heart beat didn't increase as I saw him walking towards me with open hands.

The small talk we shared seemed very formal and awkward. Before I could comprehend anything further. As we were sitting on some random fancy restaurant, he took me to congratulate for my graduation.

I said the painful words, "I think we must break up!"

I still remember how he suddenly stopped chewing for a second, but then starts chewing slowly and starts looking around and then slowly gulps down his food.

He wipes his mouth and replies, "Wow it was not only me huh?" The dry humor in his voice didn't shock me as much.

But, my eyes did little sting as he said those words. After that we silently completed our meal.

We shared a tight hug and he kissed on my forehead, as he leaves me and stands back.

As I get into the taxi and wave him, didn't know at that time it was the last time I would meet him in person.

I still do follow all the tabloids and news about him and his growth of becoming into the best businessman in the state.

Sometimes my heart swells up seeing his success and his interviews. But at the same time, my heart clutches every-time I see his face anywhere.

It's really weird that it has been seven years and still, I think about him. It was me who initiated the split. But it's me who is now sitting in a lonesome apartment silently crying as I see his face on the tv.

Next day, after a relaxing shower. I start driving to my restaurant. Still feeling surreal that we are celebrating five years since it has been opened.