• September Love

    A woman had been hurt by many males before. A few men and many boys. A small trauma of them in her head and wounds and scars by them in her heart.

    One day, she went to Europe for a holiday and met an alone man. She met the man previously, a couple of years before, on another holiday in the same continent. She remember he was a real nice man. A gentleman indeed.

    Just like before, she spent many days with him and had many small talks with him. Happy ones. Boring ones. Nice ones. Sharing stories, food and laughter. She feels real good around him. She can finally be herself again.

    Then, she found out he's now very happily married. He showed her the photos of his babies at home with a genuinely happy and cute smile. He talked about them. She smiled wide. Happy for him.

    Casino, a night walk, small talks, famous beaches and playing cards. Even though they part ways with smiling faces and a warm hand shake, when the holiday is over, they never contact one another.

    Less than three weeks passed, she read a quotation by John Greenleaf Whittier, "For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'it might have been'." Then, she made a poem about her encounter with him.

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