| I was 12 years old when I met him |
| Dear Torian Diamonds, |
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I was 12 years old when I met him. I was in the swimming pool and got caught by his grey-blue-green eyes as he emerged from water. I felt in love with him immediately. He was 16. He swam straight to me and asked my name. He said he had never seen me before, he was sure he would have noticed. That was love at first sight. We started going out together that summer, and very soon all problems appeared. I was the perfect girl: a very good student, no problems at home, obedient to my parents. And he was the bad boy in the neighbourhood. My family did not want me to be with him under any circumstances, and very often either my father, my mother or even my grandmother used to suddenly appear where we were together, just to take me home in tears, as he stood desperately and watched me go. As soon as I had permission to leave home again and go out, my first thought was if I would see him around. And once I found his eyes in the crowd, we were together again. Ten years passed by and all remained the same. My family just wanted me to concentrate on studying, and I could only think of him. Every now and then we found each other somewhere, just to fall in love again and try to stay together. But we both got tired of the situation and decided to let time show us if we would ever be together or not. So I decided to study harder than ever, and stay always at home. And he decided to go to England to work for some time. The day before he left, he came home to say goodbye, but I thought everything would be easier if I didn’t see him, so I rushed upstairs and stayed in my bedroom. He talked to my mother, who told him I was not at home, as I had warned her to do. I was in tears when I heard him say: “Tell her she will always be in my heart”. He sent me some letters from England, but I did not reply to any of them. He came back some years later to find out that I was already engaged. He phoned me, and tried to see me, but I didn’t want to, as I knew what would happen once we saw each other. He tried to the very last minute, and he phoned me the night before the wedding: “It’s not too late yet. We can still go away together” I got married and so did him some months later, but we still tried to find out about each other from some friends or relatives. I never saw him again in five years, but we met by chance last Christmas, and I have to say that we still found something special in each other’s eyes as if we still thought of the love we had, of what our future and lives could have been. But, who knows, maybe, as he said, “it’s not too late yet”. Encarni Perez |
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