Dainty. Pulchritudinous. Celestial.
Not even a thousand words can describe Keri’s beauty which had lured me to her. Her beatific smile, her glossy eyes, and her perfect wavy hair made it all seemed like a fantasy, a dream. Our eyes met for the very first time in the school library. It was a mystery how I have never noticed her in school. It was as though a turtle had came out from its shell. I never felt like this before. The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew that she was more than just a girl, she looked like an angel instead.
I wanted her, as mine and only mine. I did all the steps into getting her into my arms – flirt, sweet-talk, late-night calls everyday – and I got it. She was mine, only mine. We took people by surprise, lasting for more than one year. For the first time of my whole life, I stayed faithful to a girl.
Until one day, my best friend, Nizam, dumped his girlfriend. “ Awww man, she was a bad kisser! I cannot continue the relationship, “ he complained to me over lunch. We were talking over lunch at Swensens, when Keri dropped by after doing some shopping. Nizam did not know how Keri looked like, so the moment Keri stepped into Swensens, he exclaimed “ Woah, look at that! She is gorgeous. I need to have her, dude.” She walked over, slowly yet with elegance, and said “ Hey Baby,” with a peck on my cheek and continued with a “Hello there” to Nizam. “Nizam, this is my girlfriend, Keri. Mine, M-I-N-E.” I said while spelling out ‘mine’ to him as his comment on Keri the moment she came was pretty disturbing.
Life since then got better. I had the best girlfriend and best friend ever. Things got sour soon, on my birthday. Nizam and Keri were busy preparing for a mini celebration at Keri’s house for my birthday. They warned me to arrive at 8pm sharp. “Is there anything I’m afraid of? Hah! No,” I whispered to my tiny heart. So I sneaked to Keri’s house by 7pm. The door was unlocked, nobody was around in the living room and the kitchen. With slow and quiet steps to Keri’s room, I found both Nizam and Keri in bed, together. Instantly, I felt my heart fell to the ground. With lightning speed, I ran out of the house and hailed for a cab. “ Sir, where are you heading? “ the taxi driver questioned me with curiosity. I didn’t realise that tears were rolling down my cheeks non-stop. “Anywhere but here!”
They rang me up numerous times, but I knew I can never forgive them. Regardless of how heartbroken I was, my heart still beats for Keri, her beatific smile and sweet voice still lingers in my mind. I’m sorry, I can never forgive both of you.
Melancholy. Dejection. Anguish. My life now.
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