The First Real Part 3

The longest I have ever dated was Sol. He is somewhat a real court ship, and real boyfriend. For 8 months we called each other on the telephone, and when he is not around he always e-mail me, or send me a message, of sweet nothings. He gave me a new cellphone, and asked if he and I can be on the number 1 speed dial. If ever I need anything or when he wants to just hear my voice and someone who will listen to his poems, I'd be his number 1 and he be mine. It sounded so nice to be made number 1. We went to church on easter, I sang on our Church anniversary and he was there, he even gave me his favorite hat to wear. On my birthday he treated me to a shopping spree, and ate dinner, I introduced him to local cuisines, and street foods around the city. He remembered a fast food he loves when he was little and we ate there too. By the time Christmas Eve came and I was singing at a concert, he confessed his Love for me. And I told him I love him too. I was crying because after those years of waiting, and being only a friend to someone. I was his girlfriend at last.

This rude guy, turned out to be the sweetest person in my life. If you heared me say this, I wished he was the partner that I was given since birth, I wished he was the one for me. But even the sweetest things couldn't last. His mother found out about us, and she heard stories from their relatives that I was the not good for him, that I only was benefitting from him. They made me look like a gold digging, simple minded and selfish person all the while not meeting me at least. It hurt me a lot as he said they want him to go back to the States after New Years. I didn't understand how I was not even defended. One day If I will be a mother I'll know how hard it is for a son to choose between love and loyalty or commitment and responsibility. But as a person, why couldn't they even know me?, Maybe it was never really meant to be.

A month went by, he didn't call or see me. I was just waiting to be dumped. I know I can endure it, but my head is saying it's not worth it. Last time I saw him was January 24th his flight back, he gave me his last gift, we slept together for the first time. I went to his house, anticipating, at the same time really sad, while I was kissing him I was crying. I didn't even think about tomorrow, or when he will be back again. I was just fully embracing him and touching him, giving my all, to this Man I will never ever see again.

It ended our story, and I will never forget his fast, sweet, real love for me. I am writing this and oddly I don't feel anything anymore. But back then it took me two years to get over him. Crying and desolate, feeling abandoned, and empty. I was like a child who had a candy snatched from me. I think that's how I saw him. The reason maybe why I met him is the longing to be made and feel special and was lucky to experience that even if it's just momentarily.