One Morning in Your Love

I wake up earlier. I look at the clock. It’s 7 a.m. I look at the man sleeping on my bed. I never think that I will be his. He is a doctor who has helped me curing my mother. He is the most handsome man in this town for every woman tries to be his girl. He is the most popular man in this town for everyone knows him. He is the best choice of mine for he understands me and accepts me whoever I am. But he is not the best man whom I love in my life. He will never be.

I was young when I first saw that man. He was a soldier, an ordinary soldier from another town. He was in his rest time to cure himself for his chest had been shot by the enemies on the war. That man visited our home in order to amuse himself. He chose me. The first time we met, he looked deep in my eyes, then, he chose me. My mother gave me to him with proud. It was my first time spending my night with a man.

    It was a lovely night. He left in the morning, left me alone on the bed with a kiss before the leaving. In the evening, he drank with his friend on the ground floor of my house, and at night he chose me to accompany him spending his night. That was the same to the other nights. Without a word, he came to our house, chose me, kissed me, and naked me. He was the first man in my life. He was the only person who made me fall in love. Mother always said that we should not fall in love with the man we were sleeping with. But I was too young to understand. I always met him for several months before the war was calling out his name.

I can still feel his kisses, his hands, his skin. I can still hear his voice, his laughing. I always remember what he always whispered to me. Those are gone together with his love. My first man was died, so was my love. I just try to move on, let myself happy without his love, his presence.

I wake up earlier this morning.