Young love

She was a married woman. She was still in her 30s. She thought about her youth - her prime. How amazing she used to look - tall, slim, attractive. All colours would look fantastic against her earthy skin. She would walk in any room and all eyes would follow her. She was desired by every man. She was adored by every woman. That's what she was - a fire.

He was stark opposite. Average looking, shy, introverted, and reserved. While she loved all the attention, he hated every second of it. He would tell her to dress modesty. She would say this is modest. He would say she dresses to seek attention. She agreed. She knew right from the beginning, they were not a match.

One day, it finally happened. They broke up. She was devastated. Her family found a guy and forced her to marry him. One day she was out of a long term relationship and the next day she was married off.

Her husband was not a bad man. She was not unhappy. But the past always haunted her. She still could not forget her young love. The wrong love. She still thinks about him sometime. She still wonders if he also thinks about her in the same way. What if he is with his wife but still thinks of her. Maybe he does. Maybe, sometimes he accidentally calls his wife by her name. Maybe he has a daughter and he named her after his own young love. Or maybe he is still unmarried. He is still waiting for her to come back to him. Maybe..

She will never know the truth. Her young love will always be special and close to her heart.