I have no idea when my love story began. It just happened.
I knew him from the day I was born. He was my closest friend and rival. We probably competed in everything, but I usually won. I’m clever and very evil at times, so I never showed mercy and I always used my little blackmailing techniques (this was when I was about seven years old). I’ll call him Angel for now (since he reminds me of one).
Our parents have always wanted us to get married, since before I was born! I was always against it, we had such different lifestyles! He’s poor and hasn’t continued into further education, whilst I’m rich and I hold a degree. I thought ‘How will he ever be able to support me?’
My parents have always told me that money comes and goes, we were poor once. It’s not something to be afraid of. ‘If we had not been together at that time, we would never have reached the stage we are at today, you just need to have trust in yourself and the person you will be with…’
I, being the logical geek that I am, decided to ignore everything…until I reached the ripe old age of 16! You know how sometimes, in school, you have these moments with guys you “kinda like”, or when drama’s occur everyday and you just HAVE to call your friend that night to discuss what should happen the next day, and how you have to be the most fashion forward girl in the school…that was my life. In my home I was a bookworm. Angel knew the “me” that I was at home. He only heard about the “me” in school. At home I was the tomboy, I would go on adventures, have arm wrestling competitions and never ever dress up. 16 year olds are silly and dramatic, but when I was 16, Angel was 19, and he was madly in love with me. He was a gorgeous man. Girls wanted to be with him so badly. I was suddenly interested in him. We were staying in a very hot country over the summer holidays, and one night it started raining, so we ran out and started jumping around, laughing and dancing in the rain we had missed so much. Then we kissed. It was so dark by then we could barely see each other. We moved into a room, still wet from the rain, kissing a kiss I would never forget for the rest of my life. The sweetest kiss, with a man that truly loves me.
We kept it a secret, it was so exhilarating. We had so much fun, secret kisses where no one could see us, secret hand holding, dates etc. Like I said, he was 19…I guess he wanted a bit more. One night he kissed me, and he moved down to my neck, and he started going lower when I suddenly stopped him. I told him I wasn’t ready for something like that. No man will see me until after marriage. And he respected it. He didn’t touch me like that ever again.
After a year of being apart due to certain circumstances, I broke it off with him. I dumped him in such an awful way and didn’t speak to him or see him again for 3 years. My life moved on, and his stayed where it was, because he never forgot me. His mother was so worried about him, he stopped talking and joking around with people like he used to, and nobody knew what was happening. My mum forced me to finally go with her last year to meet them and his eyes didn’t meet mine even once. I started feeling lonely, something was welling up inside of me, I just ignored it. We were all attending a wedding there, that was where I found out his parents were looking for a bride for him. He kept refusing every single girl that was interested in him, and his parents begged him to please do this for them since they are quite old and sick. He loves his parents a lot, he supports them financially and takes care of their every need. He said to them ‘as long as you know this girl will love you as much as I do’.
When they all sat there going through the list of girls I felt so horrible, like I was going to get sick. All these years I had thought that my decision was correct, we lived different lives, he cannot support me. But I always hoped that he would hate me, that he would never think of me, and that he would find someone that would love him more than I could have ever loved him. I prayed for him every night, secretly, in my heart, never knowing why.
My parents noticed how I was acting, so confused and unhappy all the time. They noticed how desperate I was to not go in front of him, but I always wanted to see him. An old friend of mine that lived near him told me how she noticed him just staring at me when I wasn’t looking, She knew he still loved me. My parents discussed this with her and they all tricked us into being alone together in the house. We didn’t speak to each other at first, until I told him what an idiot he was. I practically shouted at him, I didn’t know what was happening to me. I told him he should have gotten married already, I told him he was a fool for ever even thinking about me, that I’m not worth it. He said ‘How can I? I’ll always love you. Why marry someone I cannot love, that will be a treachery.’
We just stood there and we held each others hands. I whispered to him ‘I guess I’m an even bigger idiot. I’m in love with an idiot who loved a person even after suffering so much at her hand. You’re supposed to hate me.’

You see idiots don’t have the capacity to hate.

So now we’re engaged to get married, wealth forgotten.

(Screen) Name: NANA

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