I was at her hometown. I had met her whole family and most of her relatives by the end of my visit. Her parents had separated when she was young and she grew up going backwards and forward to see her parents though she stayed mainly at her father’s. Her mother was the type of person who oozed love for her daughter from every pore in her body. Her mother was willing to give everything and receive nothing; only for her child to be happy. This was probably how a lot of her princess attitude developed. Her mother didn’t ever start up another family because she was afraid that would affect her relationship with her daughter. That was how much she loved her.
Her father on the other hand had started a new family, in fact, that was the reason of the divorce in the first place. Some woman had stolen her husband from her. Her father has two children, twins, both daughters, both extremely spoilt. It was not entirely sure if the adults ruled the home or the children. They got exactly what they wanted otherwise they would cry until they could barely breathe... they were only three years old. Her father was a successful businessman and had the money to support her studies abroad and her shopping habits to further spoil her.
She spent most of her time shopping and meeting with friends, especially the other guy. Even with the addition of me, it didn’t stop her dropping me off with one of her friends while she spent time with the other guy. The day after I arrived at her home city she was off to see the guy, handing me over to her two friends to show me around the city. I tried my best to push all these feelings to the back of my head and tried to enjoy her friends’ company as much as possible. The city had a lot of culture and history that I could lose myself in. Still, my heart was broken into a million pieces on that first day. She came back late, about nine hours since I last saw her. Why did she go? What did she do? How far into their relationship were they? It should be none of my business. Yet, these thoughts were constantly running through my head...
She saw the other guy, on average, once every two to three days. During these times I would stay with her friends or relatives or alone. I preferred staying with her friends than staying alone because it stopped me from thinking about her and kept me preoccupied me with other things to do.
The other guy was the one she truly loved. Possibly the only person she ever loved. Too bad for me, I didn’t work it out until very recently...
