Our Paths Remain Intertwined... (Part 1)

Let's call him Mr.E, my ex during high school. The thing that makes Mr.E special to me was, he was the first relationship that went so serious it involved my family, my closest sisters and every thing dear to my emotions.


We started off on the rough side. It was Form 2, and he was one of those notorious boys at school, who would occasionally prey on us, being the softies and sissies. I hated him at that point. Then one of my sisters became frens with him one day, much to our dismay. Anyway, one thing led to another, we too became frens, and sparks just flew around like fireworks.


I still remembered our very 1st kiss. We we at my house, and he was as usual being cheeky, fooling around, wrapping me in his arms. At one point eyes locked, and he asked "Can I kiss you...", we just did without needing my answer. That night I felt weird, I sort off gargled my mouth so long in the shower, as if I actually felt dirty, I couldn't believe I was lip-locking with a guy I used to hate so much. But I knew I'd always have a weak knee for cheeky, wild boys.

Right at dat point I was sort of starting another replationship with another boy, Mr. J. I quickly then used Mr.J as my distraction from Mr.E. I devoted all my attention to Mr.J and started avoiding Mr.E. I guess I just wasn't ready for such complications at only 14.More than a year passed, fate brought us back again. Soon I was with Mr.E, very much in love. Despite his ruthless reputation in school, despite his wild escapades on his crazy motor-cycle, he remained one of the most romantic man I've ever seen. He would make us candle-light dinners (with his mediocre cooking, grilled sausages and eggs). He would take me on his bike going off to ridiculous distances to nowhere, just us two on the bike, talking & laughing. He would jump out of the bed for no reason, performs his silly rituals like singing MC Hammer's Have You Seen Her to me. He sang to me all the time.

We were soon the talk of the town. It was such a small town, and people started. Even the teachers. Mr.E was just indifferent whether his doings are taken well by others. He would at times wrap me in his arms in the school canteen despite people looking, some even spotted us kissing in class. Yes we were that controversial. Even our parents were almost sure we were having a relationship. One day, we were in my room, in bed, you know what I mean. My mum decided to sneak behind the house to catch a peek from the windows into my room, to confirm her suspicion. And there we were, me half naked and him totally. My mum went berserk. She slammed her hands on the door, shouting for us to open it. We had no time, and no choice but to open the door, despite not fully clothed yet. It was out. Her son was actually having a relationship with another boy. Her son was gay.
Mr.E was asked to leave the house immediately. Dad came home, furious with this discovery. Mum continued showering her face with endless tears, blaming herself, for raising a child to become this. Then dad gave his final words "You either change, or you get out of this house, I will have no son like this."




-to be continued-