“If only I were admitted.” He seemed to tell a long story.
“I was not supposed to take the exam. But the moment I saw
you, I was flipped.
I tried really hard, because I wanted to be good enough for
you.
but now………”he stopped for a moment, looking far away.
“No matter what I defend, it pales in front of the fact
that I failed and you made it. And I do not pray for another chance to prove my
ambition for further study.
This is who I am.
I am nothing like you, I am always satisfied with the
present. I do not appreciate outstanding life after endless efforts.
But you do. You deserve better life.
………..”
Then he gave me a hug, a long hug with affection.
I was relieved
So relieved.
………..
I just need the answer-whatever it is, and then I am OK.
And I hate him.
We finally graduate from medical school. leaving for
different lives.
Things had been rough at first, for the recollection of the
days we hanged out together kept tidal-waving my brain from time to time, but with
the time goes by, I finally get to lead my life the the way it was. I am still a happy little girl.
Time is a magic healer.