It's been ten years since that day and I hate to say it but, life has been really shitty ever since that unfortunate event.
My mom and dad divorced, we moved out of our neighborhood because the whispers were too much for my mom to handle, and currently my mom is the a hospital, deep in a coma.
And I got an admission into wexhill community college.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about Tricia and how she was doing, I was following both her facebook, twitter and instagram account. Liking all her pictures and commenting on her posts, to be frank I was obsessed with her and I wanted to see her face to face.
And Fate apparently trying to apologize to me decided to make my obsession come true.
On the first day, I came into the class and sat down at the extreme. Because I didn't want to interact with anyone, when she walked in.
Tricia, she was absolutely gorgeous:, if I thought that she was beautiful when she was ten then now I would say that she was a goddess. And apparently so did a lot of others judging by the catcalls, shouts and comments by the guys and I didn't like it one bit.
But nevertheless she was here, right here in front of me, was she going to see me, recognize me and then tell me how much she missed me.
I was waiting for her to look at me and recognize who I am, I wanted to scream it out loud" its me Kevin ", but sometimes not all that we wish for comes to pass.
In my anticipation" I waited", almost panting like a dog waiting for it's master. I waited, and waited and waited but she didn't say anything. It was like she didn't know who I am, it was like I didn't exist to her, she didn't recognize me at all.
Then to make matters worse a guy who I wasn't paying much attention to before, stood up" walked up-to her and kissed her", she didn't struggle, hit him or scream, indicating that they were in a relationship. I was baffled and at loss, I felt dead inside, my sole reason for still going on was right here in front of me trading saliva with some vagabond and she didn't even know I was watching.
Are reunions supposed to be this painful, if it is then I don't want it, I don't like it, she is supposed to be mine, she said she loved me!.
Me Damn it!!!!