a/n : I just felt like writing a short angst that leads nowhere lol. I feel like i wanna rewrite this in a longer route.
I got engaged young. I did it because my parents were forceful. But I guess I was sold when they said I would be spoiled with riches. I gave in. I was greedy. But now I admit to myself, that it was out of hurt.
The son of my dad's business partner, someone I already knew. Even he himself was confused as to why I agreed. Because once he did ask back when we were in college. I was so arrogant and filled with pride. Sure I deserved better.
And better did I get. The one and only. I called him Jung. Our love was different. Love may not even be the right word.
He let me throw my tantrums, he let me be girly and ferocious. He let me be stubborn, he let me cry, he let me be me. He let me "pretend" ignore him, he let me hug him as much as I craved. He held my hands when I needed it, he wiped my tears when they showered my cheeks, he fed me, he cooked for me. He spoiled me with gifts. He took care of me if I ever got sick. He let me ride his car, even though I scratched it a couple of times. He let me be filmy and dramatic, he let me buzz his ear off.
"Jung? I rambled more than an hour.."
"And I can hear you for hours."
Oh the way he made me feel. I can never have that again. He asked to marry me, knowing our families are not the most fond of each other. I made him promise me that he would ask my father. Ask even if he kept getting rejected. Ask even if it was the end of the world. Ask till he heard a yes.
I waited for that night for like three years, but the night before felt so much longer. Longer than all those years I dated him.
I woke up jittery, counting down each second it felt. "Tonight is the night." Each hour passed, I got more anxious and nervous. Then the countdown ended. He was supposed to be here by Eight.
Maybe he was nervous, it was nine. Then ten. Then eleven. Then the whole night passed. He never received my calls. Or my texts.
Just two weeks later, I was engaged. I didn't eat or sleep right. I cried, I broke things, I fractured my hand punching the wall. But he never called. He didn't even call to ask about my well being. Knowing how I would react.
So I let myself believe that I got engaged for more jewels than he ever gave me. I would eat more than he ever fed me. I would laugh more than he ever made me. I would love more then he ever loved me.
But truth is, I can never forgive him. But I can't stop loving him either.