Three Little Words

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: December 18, 2016

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I used to see him every day.

He would pass by my house each morning on his way to college, and I would be standing near the edge of the garden, ostensibly to pick flowers for the drawing room vases, but in reality to catch a glimpse of him as he walked past.

I knew exactly when he would appear before the huge wrought iron gates through which I would be able to see him for all of fifteen seconds, before he disappeared from view.

He was so handsome, just like a movie star. I loved the way that lock of hair curled on his forehead, and his smile, on the few occasions that I saw it when he would stop to greet someone on the street, was simply divine.

His aqualine nose and wide set eyes made him look so distinguished, and I knew he was very intelligent because once he dropped his books on the ground and I saw that they were about engineering.

When exactly he became aware that I was stealthily looking at him I don’t know, but I noticed that he had started to linger before the gates, sometimes to tie a shoelace or pick up a book that he dropped, or to have a conversation with a passerby, while stealing glances at me.

Soon, our eyes met and would silently speak volumes, before he reluctantly went on his way and I hurried back into the house, afraid my parents would reprimand me for my indecorous conduct.

But one day he became so bold as to come right up to the gate and actually whisper to me the three magic words, “I love you.”

Our life together was blissful. He was everything I had hoped for, and with each passing day I began to love him more and more.

But it was not so for him.

As he climbed the professional ladder he began to find my unsophisticated innocence embarassing, and my social awkwardness uncouth.

My lack of education made him feel ashamed of me, and nothing I did was ever right for him.

And then, finally one day, he pronounced the three words …..

Talaaq, talaaq, talaaq!


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