The couple arrived just on time amidst cheers from the waiting crowd, the sound soon began to fade from Sally's ear; she was lost in her own thought and memories from her past were beginning to resurface. To her it was like a nightmare, only that she was awake and aware.
When she was 16, she had received a letter from Michael; a boy she was romantically involved with, which contained a message so strong that for a long time it had a positive impact in her, but now she feels she had lost the message. Her thoughts however continued to dig deeper.
Michael was one of the most intelligent and lovable people in the class, Sally on the other hand was a perfect opposite; she was 'everyone's girl' to be precise, but somehow from the moment she and mike(for short) first saw each other, which was about a week after Sally was transferred to the new school, there was something between them that connected. Michael had become so attached to her; and thinking about it now, she felt it was because of his nerdy boring life compared to her open wild life. Those thoughts were so mediocre now; by this she meant the way she saw life then.
Although Sally had been very much involved in sexual activities, Mike had little experience. They soon got sexually involved. Over time, their relationship became something that was thrown in the open, and like in every society, the elites did not approve. Being clever as it is; not academically, but in games such as this which were childish and depressing, she saw doom coming her way, but she was ready for it and she took it in all bravery; maybe because at that time, even while with Mike, she was still sexually involved with other boys and men from her past who satisfied her sexual desires- Needless to say, she believed; not to categorically abuse the word, that she was a nymphomaniac.
Sally however never stopped loving Mike, and always wished that she had kept him. The first and only letter that Mike wrote her was something that was an inspiration for her and it carried so powerful a message that it still scares her. She still wondered how he could have conceived such a message at that young age; maybe it was his brilliant nature, or experience, or God given wisdom.
Dear Sally
Through the course of our relationship I have learned a lot about people, personalities and mindsets. To think that my 'prey' heart would decide to judge you will be insane; to say the least of words for ingratitude. It is obvious that people have continued to say that you are not good for me (as if I'm good for you), and that our being together will be the course to a fruitless tomorrow, destroying not one but two destinies.
My opinion is however different, not seeing any light leading to destruction of ours, or any other destinies but rather the beauty of our souls which are different as we're different individuals. I have felt pain as I'm no longer with you, but you must understand that your way of life and mine are worlds apart and the purpose which drives us are different, although i see clearly that we might meet again if we work towards our goals, achieving the simple matters of life before trying to overcome or understand the complex, to say less; that achieving academic success with distinctions is our primary aim, not a life of birthday parties, clubbing and sex, which at this point from the experience that we've shared, that I see as a complete setback and not a scenario to replay even in the near future. It clearly defines the boundaries which our separate lives have set. But even in your heart, you know whats right.
I have a dream to someday be a doctor, and to be in a simple relationship will be 'ascending' but with you I'll take no plight to add to my struggle the burdens of a relationship for a 'descent' into Dantes inferno.
Yes, you have love for me, but all this will matter little if you do not fit in to the class I hope to belong.
I'll largely state that there are no faults in our stars, but if eventually we never meet again, I hope as good people, that the message and love that we share lives on.
I've spoken like an intellect as if I myself am without fault, but within my tender heart, I know that your mark is on the sands of time. I will always love you.
Yours, Mike.
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