Many years ago, a married woman whose husband was working in one of the worlds top producers of quality sports cars abroad, fell in love with me. I dont want to tell this story but the tension here inspires me to. Anyway, mutual understanding (MU) is actually a system of affair that human beings with uncontrolable desires (of whatever sort) equally share the special intensity of affection. Each benefits from the other. A very simple science normally happens to normal people even in a very unlikely situation. Shes a teacher belonging to the most respected family in the society where I was given the opportunity to render services for two years. She graduated Magna Cum Laude in one of the top 5 universities in our country, she actually built her life with lots of books and diplomas and never experienced what like party girls you commonly see in our modern environment do. Shes not ordinary at all who suddenly fell in love the different way, yes its wrong and irrational but you cant judge her. No one has the right to accuse such beautiful mind that the world isnt enough to fill its entire valuable space. We enjoyed each others company and often spent the afternoon in our favorite spot where we can witnessed the sun slowly vanishing towards the end of crimson light. We never had intimate activities even in the most favorable moments because I grew up with lessons of respect especially to people older than me. I was 23 and shes 42. She gave me things that I did not accept, not because I can buy one, simply because I dont take advantages. We were not like her friends, who were also then having affairs with my Kabaro, doing illicit activities wherever they had chances to, sometimes they were doing forbidden things in corners still viewable by our eyes. Actually we seldom join the group maybe because we were not enjoying playing cards and maybe bacause we cant stand exchanging nonesense topics and maybe because we cant set our standard to become liberated like them. We usually scaped while the group was doing dirty things in most Friday nights. We kicked the road racing with other few trusted friends towards Imelda and Buug. I woke up one morning receiving direct call from the school supervisor because somebody was complaining. The husband of one of the teachers in our group was accusing me having an affair with his wife. A wrong accusation because I never even say hello to his wife, I couldnt also recall replying one of the text messages his wife sent. Two weeks after, I was transfered to my hometown. I heard that her husband returned and was looking for me. Years changed many things, people come and go. Few days ago I visited the place because I was invited to attend a friends birthday, I learned that she had migrated to Canada with her three kids and husband. I never had a chance to end up my relationship with her, we still have the same affair which only us hold its perfect definition. I never had the chance to tell her that I cant love the best again after her and will forever keep it.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 05:08:06 +0000
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