Life goes on

Why did we always think that this kind of thing should happen to someone else? We all always feel like this, don't we? But the truth is, I thought nothing of it until midnight that winter. And yet that day was not so long ago; today, I am only a young man of twenty-two. Yes, the century seems to have passed, but it is only 22 years.

One fine day, I was returning from the varsity around noon, with many days like this, full of youthful dreams and more. But I will call them today, foolish hope. They were stupid even if they didn't happen to me. Like all teenagers around the world, I lived in a small village. And yes, I often get lost in a trivial matter. So I'm going back to the beginning of the story.

Starting from here, it was springtime, and apart from the hormones in this young generation, the first love started to happen.

What do I need to know more about love?

I was very young then. I had no place to see or learn it. I thought it was expected, as it should be, but I had a bizarre idea about my parents' love. Constant quarrels, fights, complaints, jealousy, reconciliation, and tears. All these things I have seen day after day. Being their only child, I felt alone in all of this, but I was happy to think that no one else would have to see this.

Day by day, I became increasingly more alone, so alone that I was drawn into a bottomless abyss. They were so busy with themselves that they forgot I was there. But gradually, I got used to it. They never really paid me the slightest attention, always leaving me alone in the dark. But I had everything I needed, everything I needed. It meant I had no them, even though we lived under the same roof. It would not have been a problem for us to be miles apart without being together, for there was a great ocean of sorrow between them and me.