Ardyana

Once upon a time, I was in a long distance relationship. Actually, that was my first real relationship.

My first real love.

It lasted for a year.

Then she dumped me for another man, a friend of mine, who was always there by her side, while I was across the globe, thousands of miles away, thinking and dreaming about her.

And missing her all the same.

I still keep all her letters. Two boxes full of them. Hidden safely in my wardrobe at home. The letters are a reminder to me of my first sweet love, innocent and carefree, true and loyal (on my part).

I can still remember the morning she called, and asked for a break. And all I thought at that time was she was asking me out for breakfast! How wrong I was!

Life was never the same again after that. I never had proper closure, I never met her again. I never laid my eyes on her again eversince our first encounter. I never had the chance to tell her how broken and wrecked I was.

And I lived with that regret in my life. And the burden of an unrequited love, casting a dark shadow upon my life.

She is married now, of that I knew. And I have let her go, the grains of love in my hourglass has dried. Yet, I could not stop myself thinking about her sometimes, thinking about what might have been, and what might have happened, if we were never apart.

Probably nothing. If it was not meant to be, it was not meant to be.