I was only 14 years old when I had my first boyfriend. We just met on social media and in just a few months of chatting--we have become lovers. I loved him so much for three years. Even though I knew he was just fooling me and he wasn't serious with me, I repeatedly forgave him even though I was the one who was having a hard time and that can be said to be one sided love.
I hope he will change and he will love me as much as I loved him. But I was wrong, he just seemed to wait for me to get tired and just gave up.
None of his promises were fulfilled. And the day came when I chose to love myself first and let go.

13 years after:
"Conni, you're already 30 years old but you're still single, oh, I think you're being left behind." Samira accidentally told me while staring at our couple friends .
I did not respond to what she said so I just smiled in response. But until I got home I still couldn’t forget what she said. "Atleast my life is quiet now," I whispered to myself.

One afternoon, I was walking when I suddenly met Hans--my former high school classmate.
He used to work for the company I had just started working for.
I feel a bit awkward because I know I hurt him before when he wasn't the person I chose when we were in high school.
I saw the brightness of the smile on his lips again as he stared at me. Hans and I got along and I found out that he has remained single since I rejected him and I chose someone else.
Some days, months and years we eat together and go home together after work. One afternoon as we were walking, suddenly Hans said to me "You are still my prayer Conni."

-work of fiction-
© angie