We were classmates during college and it was not until our second year that he courted me. We were together all summer and so it was inevitable not to fall in love with him after that.
Working right after college gave me independence but he was always there. He accepted my ever-changing moods. He stayed in our village and worked as a high school teacher. That's why every sat evening we would sit at the village's square, gawk at the passers-by, eat, talk or merely enjoy each other's company.
We were in our usual place that night, sitting in a banc right next to a lamp post. We were sharing a coke and a bbq, enjoying the evening breeze when I told him about my plan. He was okay with it, I promised him that I'd be back after two years. Yes, we made plans. It felt good having something to look forward to while away from someone.
That night, he lovingly held my hands and looked into my eyes. I could see the sadness in there but I assured him that everything would be alright.
I was hunted by that night and that look. That even years later, in my sitting room, when he asked: "Why did you forget me?" while his pregnant wife sat within earshot, I was lost for words...wanted to cry and hug him, to stay forever in his arms, to live in a farm, have beautiful kids, own dogs or horses--which ever, you know just like our plan...but it was 5 years late.
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