I had wished that my first love would be my last love.
From the number of suitors I had, I considered my first love the one that I entertained with mutual understanding and gave my time and thought to him and so he too. However, ocean separated us until communication was cut off.
I entertained another relationship, he knowing that I had someone else accepted it and pursued his wooing. Due to his determination, I reciprocated him without clearance from my first love. We had an enjoyable and memorable togetherness although he was possessive. Time came that I had to work to far away city separated by ocean too.
Unpredictably, my first love and I met again in a place where he was always waiting and hoping I could be there. Unfortunately, we were seen by friends of my other love and reported that to him who was in the province. He ignored my explanation, in returned I went back to my first love and got married.
Well, my wish was granted: My first love is now my last love.
elflora
