Monday, 08 November 2010

  • A Brief History of the Girl I Loved


    The first time I fell in love was when I was almost seven years old.


    The girl I fell for was, like me, a person with a bad history. Her parents were divorced, and her father was very abusive towards her when she was little, just like my father was abusive towards me when I was little. It was almost as though we were made for each other. And for a brief four years, we were very much made for each other.

    Her name was Lupita Diosdado, a shy, quiet, beautiful angel who I loved deeply, if not almost instantly. When I saw her, I felt the sword of bitterness that I had been carrying for so long being taken out of my hand, and I knew she was the one girl for me.

    Of course, she and I were quite different in many ways. She was pretty, sweet, and quiet; I was fat, wore glasses, and rather coarse. For two months I courted Lupita, and then, after much courting, she and I became firm friends.

    I loved Lupita like she was my child bride, and she in turn cared for me and gave me her trust. Every day, we played on the playground together, ate lunch together, laughed and talked together, and pretty much did everything together.

    One time, I went on a trip out of town for a few days, and when I came back to school, Lupita was right there out front, waiting for me. She told me she had been praying for my safe return, and she hugged me tightly. I tried to think of some good way to tell her how much I appreciated her concern for me. So, the next day, I bought her a red rose on the way to school, and when I gave it to her, she blushed, and she kissed me on the cheek and said, "Oh Sammie, you are a sweetheart."

    Lupita was a beauty. She had sparkling brown eyes, ebony-black hair, pale, snow-white skin, and a sweet smile. She stayed very close to me, for some reason or another. Other guys tried to snatch her from me, but Lupita stayed loyal to me only, rejecting their advances.

    I had hoped to marry her, and enjoy a peaceful life with her. As much as I loved Lupita, I could never bring myself to tell her how much I loved her, for I felt so unworthy of a girl as sweet and beautiful as she was. That is something I can never forgive myself for since.

    Unfortunately, our happy days were to end in tragedy in May 1997, when Lupita was sent away to a different school. I was heartbroken, as you can guess. I have not seen or heard anything of Lupita for 13 years now. But I hope to one day see her in heaven, if not in this life.

    That is all I have to say about that.

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