Story of Us

“The Story of Us”

This story is about me and my first love.

“There is something that I want to confess, Andy..”

I was curious when I read this message from him. My heart was pounding as I replied to his message.

“What is it?”

Oh! God, please, I love him and I really don’t want to lose him. –I spoke in my mind.

“I don’t really love you all along. It was not love that sprang between us.”

Tears fell from my eyes. I lay down on my bed like a falling doll.

Oh! My God! Oh no! Please God this is not happening to me. I wish that this is just a dream. I cried then I replied him a quote.

“It’s best to only know a person’s name than to know him deeply because it is very hard to let go.”

I deleted his number and erased his messages. Then I took out his picture from my wallet. I stared on his picture while tears rushing through my face.

“How could you do this to me Rashin?”

I cried. I really wanted to rip his picture but I can’t do it, it just that I really love him so much. I called my friend Meralyn and told her about Rashin’s confession. She was also shocked.

“I-I can’t believe that this is happening to me. Of all the people, why me?”

I was sobbing while staring on his picture. She told me to forget about him but I can’t. I really wished that it was only a delusion, but it’s not. It was a real nightmare that my heart won’t accept. I was crying while looking on his picture.my heart was torn into pieces. I grabbed my phone to check some messages and then I ripped his picture just like what he did with my heart.

I woke up late in the morning. My eyes were swollen. It was a very gloomy morning for me. I stood up and I saw his tattered picture on my table. Then I grabbed my phone and I saw a message from him again.

“Hey! Good morning! It’s Sunday! God bless and take care!”

I replied him.

“Who’s this?”

I know that it was him but I wanted to pretend that I don’t know him. Then he replied me a message which he addressed to my brother. Tears fell from my...