Julian: When can I see you again? You don't know how much I've missed you.
Sara: Sigh. Oh Julian, you know how busy I've been at work. I really don't know. I must go off now. Can't waste time chatting. Bye!
Julian: Wait. I just want to tell you how much I--
Sara has signed out from IM. –
"Love you." Julian muttered to himself. He could feel a burning heartache growing within him, that deep sinking sensation gripping his heart tightly.
It was true. After all, he knew that he was different from other guys. They would take their time to whisper sweet nothings into their girlfriend's ears, but that was not what he did. Julian meant every single word that he said. Those three words "I love you" may have become nothing but a cliché exchange in today's world, but to him, it meant so much.
It was the summer of 2004. The anticipation of summer vacation paled in comparison to the stinging rays given out by the flaming ball of fire in the sky.
Soundtracks with titles such as "Summer Here We Come" and "All Alone This Summer" kept playing and replaying in Julian's head. Inching himself away from the keyboard, Julian stood up and stared at the four walls in his room, clearly stupefied by the numbness he felt. Empty, plain, insignificant. He might as well have been describing himself.
He missed his parents and Sara so much. Both of his parents had died three years ago, while Sara had gone out of town to fulfil her work duties. It all happened too fast. He felt as if his life was a drama while God had the remote control and was constantly fast-forwarding every scene. It was too much for him to take. Why did everyone have to leave him?
It had come to the point where he was verging on hysteria and despair. He tried to calm himself down, but he knew that this emotional relapse would surely start again.
After what seemed like a wasted eternity, he let his mind carry him away to a time in his past when everything felt as right as rain.
Nearly everything.