Love(a student's writing)



         Love means to have a strong affection or deep tender feelings for someone. I’m a high school student and yes, I have gone through those tingling and aching emotions once wait, twice. Well, it happened once upon a time and it did not end with a good ending. I can still remember the whole story clearly as though it just happened yesterday.
            I was in Form 1 and high school was definitely a new surrounding for me. It’s not like primary school where you run and tag your friends then eat ice-cream and have stain all over your shirt. It was February when I received my ‘first-love-letter’. I was really keen to meet that particular mysterious guy. To make it short, we dated for some while after he had proposed to me.
            My relationship was going on smoothly. He cared for me. I cared for him. In fact, we were known as the two perfect love birds. It all went well till one day. I was ‘greedy’,greedy in the sense that I loved another guy. Oh, don’t blame me. I was a Form 1 student and I did not know what I wanted. So, I broke up with my boyfriend and started a new relationship. At that time, I thought that my new soul mate was far way better and that he was the one for me. Well, I jumped to conclusions to fast because I was wrong. So wrong.
            It was a month later when the secret was revealed. My boyfriend was dating another girl. I did not know how to describe my feelings at that point. Angry, frustrated and messed up I guess. I cried till my tears dried up. And at one point I realized that ‘hey, why should I cry for some abominably stupid guy?’ But on the other hand, I thought that it was a ‘karma’. A pay back for what I had done. I truly regretted.
            I split up with him. I mean, why should I date a guy who cheated on me? I realized that I had made a huge mistake which was being greedy. Never did I care for how my first ex would feel. Not even a second. So, I decided to lay down all my pride and apologize to my first ex. But, it was too late. Too late. He had moved to Australia and the worst thing was, I did not realize it till one of his friend spilled the beans. My lips felt numb and I had no words to say. At that moment, I could feel as though my surrounding was paused and my heart beat was lower down. I fell on my knees and burst into tears. His friend carried me up and handed me a letter. I looked at the familiar handwriting on the cover of the envelope. Without a blink, I tore the envelope and read the letter’s content.  
            “ I’m sorry that I left and did not tell you earlier. Well, I’m sure you’ll not bother about me moving either. I hope you’ll always be happy and I hope he makes a better boyfriend than me. I hope you’ll forgive my mistakes as I did not know what went wrong. What I know is, I’ll never feel the same to other girls as how I felt towards you. All the best. Richard.”
            The letter slipped through my fingers. I cried and regretted it all. Why was I so stupid and dumb? Well, that was my love story. It did not end with a Cinderella’s happily ever after but it taught me a lesson. A good lesson. Never be greedy in love.



                                                                                                                      By, Vivian Hii (3A)


        










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