Wherever I go through article about love and relation, I do always have flashback to college life. It reminds me of memories that keep surfacing despite my attempts to avoid it entirely.
She had an oval face, big eyes and a great talent of dancing. I thought she would become a dancer or choreographer. This was three and half years ago. I had gone away from home for my studies and unknowingly bond in a relation with her. feeling of passion were poured out when we both know that we are going to part.
She cried, suddenly my eyes grew moist with tears and my face felt wet. We promised to cement our relationship in near future. She kissed me as a talisman, a token of good luck. We separated but the day remains clear in my mind.
We communicate on the phone and sometime on internet. Sometime we would meet at same particular place, the last time we met, she asked me not to call her because she was afraid that her family would come to know our relation. We remained out of touch for about a single month. Since then, I become a victim of serious doubt.
After a month, when we met, she declared that she wasn't willing to go ahead with the relationship that we had for two years. She had told me never to call her but promised that we would meet one day.
Absolutely mystified and heart-broken I returned in the evening. There was no dinner and any morsel of food about, I kept thinking of what had happened. i thought that girls are untrustworthy.
However, I wanted to see the matters clarified. I called her at computer where she went but she told them she wasn't there I knew for a fact that she was there so I decided tom pay her a short visit.
She talked to me and promised that she would meet me a week alter. I left her wishing next week was here already. When it did come, she arrived with a nervous look on her face. I was surprised and delighted at the same time.
I was surprised because I was being compelled to leave her and I was delighted because she had come to see for the last time. She remained quiet for sometime. Her eyes were full of tears. I thought that may be she loved me still.
I was right. She began crying as she told me that she thought of me often that she remembered me whenever she was alone. My happiness knew no bounds and felt as if I had climbed the highest mountain already.
Her parents were trying to force her to be engaged with another boy or she would have to break her ties. She had broken our relationship only to stop her parent's persuasion but had loved me all the while. She had had problems but she told me that even if she were to get married she would never stop loving me.
I understood then that it was wrong, that it was unjust to say that woman were untrustworthily. They change their decisions from time to time like a chameleon just to save themselves and avoid catastrophe.