Reminiscing My First Love
I do not know how this madness started; all I know is that I want her back, badly.
My mother was very angry at me this morning. I did not clean the garage and washed her plus size gowns this week as scheduled. She keeps talking to me as if I am a child needing an advice. What she didn’t notice is that my girlfriend and I already broke up a week ago. I don’t want to tell her; she loves Annie, and has always wanted her for me. So, I kept my silence. I was really heartbroken.
Last night, I was alone in my room listening to the radio while strumming my old guitar. I can’t sleep; her face kept haunting me that forlorn evening. I went to the terrace to breathe some fresh air and relax my mind. As the swift air dampens my skin, it’s like she hugged me tightly and I instantly felt her warmth. The moon and stars were silent that they seemed to know the unbearable pain in my heart.
It was past 2:00 in the morning, still I was awake. The village was still and calm. I looked down at the pool, the moon light reflects on it and my face as well. Suddenly, tears fell. I silently cried letting the tears drown my sorrow knowing that I am wounded deep within that no one can cure. I opened a beer and got myself drunk. It was 10:00 in the morning when I woke up. I didn’t notice that I feel as sleep; all I remembered was I cried that night longing for her.
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