A good story I just need to share:
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It was a beautiful morning. A good day for a walk. A good day to talk. A good day for a great breakfast. In fact, it was almost a perfect morning. That was what she thought. Or maybe what she hoped. Or maybe what she wanted. Then, that was when everything went wrong. He started digging her past. Asking her about the past. The past which she tried hard to forget. The past which she wanted to run away from. The past which tore her heart apart.
"Who is he?" he asked with a heavy tone. A restless tone.
"It's him, my ex," she answered. Not wanting to keep secret. "I told you about him. Why'd you ask?"
"I saw your pictures last night. With him," he stopped.
"And?" she tried to figure what he's trying to say.
"And you looked happy in the picture," he added.
His sentence rendered her speechless. The memories of him started to play like a video-tape in her mind without her realizing. She then remembered how happy she was with him. How the world felt like when she was with him. How life was when she was with him. And a tear almost rolled out of her eyes when he started asking again, "do you miss him?"
She knew the answer right away. But she refused to answer. She didn't want to answer.
"Why did the two of you broke up?" he asked again. This time, she knew he wanted answer.
She gained all the strength she had and started spitting out the truth.
"It was my fault. If there is someone to blame, it should be me," she paused and then continued with a heavy tone, "I couldn't stand it anymore. I feel lonely. I feel ignored. But it was never his fault. He was trying hard for our future. I knew that. But if that is how we're going to live now and for the next 10 or 15 or 20 years more, I don't think I can stand it. Better end it now than later, right?" She tried not to cry.
He kept quiet, trying to digest what he just heard.
But her, she started recalling those time when they were still together. All the questions he asked bring her to the times, those happy ones, when she was with him. She then started to ask herself, 'was it a mistake?', 'should I make it up?', and the list went on. She was lost in her own world, didn't know what to do.
He shouldn't have asked. He shouldn't have reminded her of those days. He shouldn't have brought back those memories. He shouldn't have. No, he shouldn't.
He shouldn't have asked. He shouldn't have reminded her of those days. He shouldn't have brought back those memories. He shouldn't have. No, he shouldn't.
But back in her apartment, she knew she needed to be strong. 'It is just a phase in forgetting someone,' she tried to convince herself. She didn't want any doubt no more. She wanted to forget the past, and live in her new world. She told herself, being single won't harm her in any way. Love? It was just a fairy tale. Well, at least for her.
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A story taken from a book titled "Single or Couple?".
Nice story. ^^