The author of the novel I'm reading now is an Irish and the setting of the novel, in Ireland. By Chapter Seven, I'm abruptly reminded of a certain someone - someone whose heart I've unintentionally hurt years ago, perhaps twelve.
We used to go to the same primary school. Then he left for college in Ireland after completing his secondary school. We met again when he was back during his vacation and the reunion sparkled a brief romance. I know he was really sweet to me but the realisation that I didn't truly love him made me feel very guilty. I didn't think I was being fair to him and decided one evening, after several months from the day we held hands, to let him down. It wasn't at all easy. I cried buckets that night.
He was supposed to continue his university studies in Scotland after we parted but I'm not sure if he did because I've lost total contact with him. I don't know where in the world he is now and frankly, there was no need to know. I hope he has found true love like I did and is happy wherever he is. Maybe one day, if fate permits, we'll meet again. It's always heartwarming to see an old friend.
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