Miss N was in love with HP once. She stared dreamingly into his eyes and pressed all the right buttons. It was love at first sight.
He adored her auburn hair and pale green eyes, she made him feel good, important, smart, irreplaceable. He was part of her life. He couldn’t imagine the world without her. He never told anyone that the beautiful and smart Miss N was his first love.
They went everywhere together. They shared their thoughts and dreams. The first year was filled with happiness.
But then came a time, out of the blue it seemed to him, when HP felt tired. He felt he couldn’t keep up with the energetic and slightly demanding Miss N. He was after all an older man now.
He caught her looking at others and didn’t like the calculating look in her eyes. He felt she was slipping out of his reach, more distant each day. Communication was more and more difficult between them.
“Apple???! You were never into fruit much” he exclaimed, “so why now? What a silly name! Who calls himself Apple anyway? A bit gay if you ask me! He may be younger than me, slim, smart and trendy, but I thought we had something special!”
Miss N didn’t listen nor care. She had a new lover now. She didn’t know him well yet but already liked pressing all his buttons.
HP was hurt and his heart was in pieces. He went to see Miss A only because Miss N insisted and he still wanted to please her. The fact is that he didn’t want to meet anybody new. Not yet, not now, not ever….
Miss A was very nice. She opened her hear to him, that he knew. So he tried and for a while it seemed that they could get on, that it could work. But her touch wasn’t the same, nothing was the same, nothing was right in his world any more. He was tired. He felt heavy.
HP got depressed. He felt like sleeping all the time, like there was no point in being alive. Then he refused to eat.
One day Miss A came home and found HP dead. Stone cold. She panicked but there was nothing she could do. She tried to revive him but to no avail. She could only hope that he went peacefully in his sleep but the truth is she will never know.
Now Miss A is looking for a new “friend”. She will, following this sad experience, most likely opt for a young virgin without any previous ties or history. It’s easier that way, no baggage.
anna bella betts
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