The next day came, I was already at the usual place waiting for her. I was lost in love. She had taken all my senses and captured my attention. After a short period she approached and, there she was angel of all angels. This was the day to propose to her because I had no minute to waste. We greeted each other, talked a little and there I gathered all my courage and proposed to her. I had to go an extra mile and seduce her. The girl was quiet for a moment, and she moved few stepped ahead of me. My heart sunk in disbelief. As I was contemplating how to rise up and carry my heavy heart, she ran back to my and embraced me. There I pulled her and hugged her closely. She whispered, “I love you too”. I was the happiest person. I felt like the only man alive at that moment.
The word about the affair spread like wildfire in the bush. Soon I was summoned by my parents about the illicit affair. My mother was a staunch Christian and she was furious. This is because had eloped with my little “flower’’ was Muslim. I personally created excuses that she was just a friend but the village snitch had captured all the information about our secret meetings.
I was warned and the parents of Sasha also intervened. They also were against the affair. I had loved her and I knew she felt the same. The only thing that kept the spirit was that I tried to be adamant but I ended up losing.
Two weeks later I was taken to high school in another state. This was the end. Though I could not shed more tears, she was the one who wept but no one was on her rescues. The once love, lively story that Sasha and I dwindled and finally ended.