Five years Ago
That must have been, the end for us. I tried calling him. He never picked up.
And so, I did what everybody said—I moved on.
It was just a prom date. He just took me because, maybe, he probably felt sorry for me or whatever. I didn’t know his reasons. But that didn’t mean we were ever getting close, and it definitely didn’t mean we were getting married any day soon.
So, I tried to forget him.
Of course, there was still news about him. Stories about his arguments with his father, because supposedly, he blamed his father for his mother’s death. And then, there was the talk of him coming back every now and then.
When I turned 18, he was 21.
I had just turned 18, and a lot of our friends—had either been proposed or already had arranged marriages. I didn’t have any prospect
