When I was in middle school, my parents were in a car accident. Aside from a large sum of compensation, all that was left were two small urns. Overnight, my once beautiful family crumbled, leaving me all alone.
During that painful time, only Mona stayed by my side. We went through a carefree childhood together, a confusing youth, and finally, after confessing our feelings for each other, we were about to walk down the aisle. But suddenly, she said she didn't love me anymore!
How could I believe that? It was clearly her who approached me first. But just when I was deeply in love, she pulled away and left.
Why? It's not fair, is it? She was the one who said she liked me first!
She and Jeff have only known each other for a few months. How could that possibly compare to the thousands of days and nights we've spent together?
Maybe I should have noticed earlier. She has been unusually busy these past few months.
"Hey, Mona, are you coming home for dinner tonight? I learned how to make sweet and sour fish. I remember you really wanted to eat it before!"
"No, I have something to do. I'll hang up now..."