Time passes by so quickly; two years passed. He couldn’t forget. He couldn’t forget his one and first true love. He certainly tried to, but he couldn’t. No one could ever replace her. No one could ever love her as much he did. He recalled the day he got on a plane. He remembered every bit of detail about that day when he left his true love behind. It wasn’t easy to forget the words that caused such heartache. Her words were like a sharp knife that left a permanent scar.
Those were his daily thoughts, every night after work he went straight home and stared at a handwritten note that read: “You aren’t a man enough; you aren’t worthy, and you are not accepted”. That note was his motivation; it was the source of his unlimited energy to do nothing but work. He spent his free time at home, thinking of her. He would sit and listen to their song. He was in pain. He was slowly dying.
Jack Daniel’s became his best and only friend. It was the only way he could go to sleep. It was the only way he could forget even if it were just for that one night.
Days, weeks, months, and years passed. Seven years passed; seven long years of pain and torture. He couldn’t resist anymore; he had to go back. He missed home. He missed his roots. And most of all, he missed her. He booked a flight for two.
As the plane took off, he held the hand of a little girl sitting next to him. He looked at her before, recalling his first plane ride. He was anxious and nervous. “Will I get to see her? Is she still living in the same place? Is she still as beautiful and angelic as I remember her? Is she married now and has kids? Will she remember me? Will she even talk to me? Will she forgive me?” All kinds of thoughts went through his mind. He thought of all scenarios. He imagined what their first meeting would be like.
