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Girl in my College
by DD Phil

 

If every relationship would be like that, then there will be no need for separation and divorce. I hate those words. I wish I could have those words erased out of my dictionary.

It is not as easy as I thought, to disclose it to my parents.   Even relatives.  Everyone advised me to be careful in the relationship.

Especially my mom who never wanted anyone to hurt my feelings. My friends got angry each time they saw both of us.  I took it to be jealousy.

Did the relationship last? No. Only for a short period. Not even up to a year.  We began to have problems and misunderstandings with each other.  I couldn’t understand her anymore. Her speech and her character changed. And she started dressing like a woman of easy virtue.  

Her beauty began to wither away like the petals of a flower whose stems and roots couldn’t absorb water and nutrients from the soil anymore.  Everyone complained of her.

And I tried each time to caution and advise her, but she wouldn’t listen.  Her stubbornness become worse.  One thing I could remember she says is: “This is me. This is my nature.”

Forty-eight hours after regaining my consciousness from an accident that almost took away my life;  I visited her again with a friend who decided to accompany me to the campus.  Seeing me leaping my leg like a disabled fellow, she never asked what was wrong with me.

I felt the pains within me.  Tears rushed out shamelessly from my eyes like a-day-old child who was denied breast feeding by his mother. Hoping that she was going to reverse her decision of quitting the relationship, she looked into my eyeballs, stretched her right hand and handed me something.  

But behold, it was a ring—the engagement ring that I had earlier given to her—that I saw in my palm.

Not knowing what to say, I dried up the tears from my eyes.  

She looked at me again as one without feelings at all, telling me, “it is over.”   I close my eyes for a few seconds, thinking of what to say before she leaves. But before long, she was gone Walking majestically. Like an innocent baby.

Love.

I’ve known what it is.

Maybe disguise.

Or a game of chance.  I don’t want to play games with it.  I’m scared to love another, because it almost ruined my life.  I don’t want to meet another lady that would ruin my life, but one that would support me and take good care of me as my mother does.

And one that will be like an “angel” to me.  One that will take me for who I am and not for what I am not. One that will look straight into my eyes and tell me she loves me too after I might have said same to her.  

I need a girl that will walk side by side with me and not be ashamed.  One that when I’ll look into her eyes would bring peace to my soul.

One that will live in peace and harmony with me when I get married to her. One that will lengthen my life-span.  One that will take me up when I’m down.  One that will nurse me when I’m sick.

For I do not want a girl that will think of separation or divorce when little things go wrong. Like the girl in my college. No. I do not want her

About the Author:
DD Phil is a romance writer. His book titled “How to Marry your Spouse” is coming soon. Mailto: affectionatewriter@yahoo.com

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