Sunday, July 16, 2017

If Love Isn't Meant

On my last year in college, I became friends with Rico* a second year Political Science student who apparently intended to go to Law School and be a lawyer someday. I learned later that he was of a big and powerful clan in the northern part of the country.
Before I finally graduated, I noticed his closeness with one of our older friends, Gail*. A smart, practical and amiable girl whom everyone, including me, liked. I didn’t notice anything special about them. He looked like an inexperienced overly-excited apprentice waiting for her, the mentor’s, every word. I completely forgot them as soon as I was out of the university.
After two years, however, I crossed paths with Rico again. He seemed so excited to see me. He asked me if I have Gail’s number and I was glad to give it to him. After a week, I received a call from Rico. He was.. sad. I asked him what it was about and he told me their story.
He told me that they had a one-night physical affair and that he didn’t know he would fall in love with Gail after that. Though I already knew the answer, I asked him if it was really possible. He said they only made love once but they talked about anything and everything, and that he could be himself when he was with Gail. He said everything she said about life was true. And most importantly, Gail was unlike any other girl he met in that she didn’t have any expectations, she didn’t ask for commitment and faithfulness and loyalty but in a very short time they were together, she made him feel special.
I said that was very nice, but asked him why he was sad. He said he asked me Gail’s number hoping to ask her out, to court her properly and offer her the love he has felt for her for a couple of years now. But Gail refused him politely. She told him how special he had been to her and if he had found her sooner maybe there was still a chance for them. She said sorry and told him she was getting married in two days time.
I can no longer remember what I said to Rico to make him feel better. What I remember is how hurt I was for the two of them..
 *not real names

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