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I wrote a story about some people… Who? well you’ll have to read and find out  there are two different perspectives in the story, i put one in slanted letters and the other underlined.

I apologize in advance if you find misspelled and/or misused words… I might have made some mistakes since English isn’t my first language.

I remember it as if it was yesterday…It was a rainy monday morning but I didn’t mind the rain much, I left early so that my parents wouldn’t know until I was already gone.I wrote my parents a note and left it for them to read in the morning. I remember it being very difficult for me writing that letter, leaving, however was one of the best things i could have done. I was traveling around for a few days. I met a man at the motor trade, he seemed nice and he took me to this party…

I had only just turned 18 when I first saw her. I was at a party and everyone was dancing. I didn’t have anyone to dance with so I just stood there for a while, but then… as I glanced across the room I Saw Her Standing There . We both looked at each other as if we were in a movie. I finally got the courage to walk up to her and ask her to dance. When I made my way through the crowd of dancing couples I could feel my heart beat faster and faster. When I asked her she said yes and that was the best feeling in my life. I knew from that moment on that she was my one and only dance partner,I was head over heals in love with this girl.

This Boy came up to me and asked me to dance, he was a very handsome boy too. I had been trying to catch his eye for well over an hour by the time he asked me. I said yes to his request and we danced all night long. When the party started to fade out and the music got boring we sat down and talked. That was it for the night, ultimately I guess I was too young for him. Some days later I got a call, I had forgotten it but I scribbled a telephone number on a napkin that he got. It wasn’t exactly my number, rather than the number to the motor trade. I was staying there at the time since I had nowhere to live and the man that took me to the party had offered me a couch to sleep on.

I waited a few days to see if it would go over. I thought it might just be one of those silly crushes, but NO. this was different, I could not stop thinking about her. So I gave her a call. We talked on the phone for quite a long time and we decided that we would meet up later. I took her to see a new film in town and I think both of us had a good time. She told me that she had no real bed to sleep on so naturally I offered her a bed in our house. We had an extra bed as my brother Maxwell was off to university. She was studying to become a doctor like our father.

I now lived at his place,well he still lived in his mother’s house (his father being long gone). At first we were just good friends but finally, after a week or two the secret got out. He told me what I always wanted to hear, he loved me! We were always together, and when we were apart all we needed was a call from either one of us and the other would be there. It was wonderful but I couldn’t stay there forever. His mum was getting increasingly annoyed with me living there. I would try to help out at the house and I was not disliked but I knew we couldn’t keep the truth away from her for much longer. I couldn’t go on anymore. I knew if I stayed we would have to tell her and she would tell me to go home. I didn’t want to do that.  

It wasn’t the same as when she left her parents. She had told me she would leave. She told me that she would write me letters. She left with the train, it was early sunday morning and the weather was nice. I went with her to the train station and waved as the train departed. She did not wave back. Maybe she just didn’t care anymore. I hoped that she did. The first few weeks she seemed to care. She wrote me letters, she sent me her love. She told me to wait for her. I waited. The best thing of them all was the bottom of the letters. It would say in very small letters: PS I Love You . Every time the postman came my heart beated a little bit faster, when i opened a letter or read a card it skipped a beat. But the letters stopped coming. I would sit and wait for the postman to arrive, when he did I would ask him to check his bag just one more time. But no. I felt like such a loser. I had lost her, she was no longer mine.

Half a year after she stopped writing, my brother was put in trial for murder. He was later convicted and put in jail. My mother had cried ever since she got that first call home. Half a year after that, she met a new man, she was happier now. I wasn’t, all the people who meant the most to me had left me. I decided I could leave her with him. I wandered around for a while, but after some time I got my own place to live, on the top of a hill. I have lived there ever since, but I never speak to the people around me. They think i’m just a fool…

I still feel bad i stopped writing him sometimes. But not being near him killed me so much inside. I couldn’t bring myself to write a goodbye so I just stopped. I lived alone for a few years. I got new friends and they offered me the part of singer in their band. Later I met Desmond, he was my new love. We now have a home sweet home and a couple of kids, I still sing with the band in the evenings and I have no desire to run away ever again.