I got nothing but radio silence from Sofia for about a week. The first few days, I still tried texting her, I still kept on calling her. Then I stopped. I was feeling lost, and sad, and tired, and I had no idea why what happened between us happened. I missed her. I loved her. I couldn't talk to her.
Then, after about a week, she asked me if we could meet and talk. I agreed to do it, and went and met her. We talked for a while. She told me that she'd realized she'd been fooling herself, that nothing she'd ever felt was truly real. Nevermind her telling me on the day she disappeared how she loved me more than life and would want to have babies with me as soon as possible. But I listened to everything she told me. Every single word she said tore my soul apart. But I couldn't give her up that easy. I was decided to win her back.
So Sofia and me kept in touch for a little while more, and I told her what she meant to me as often as I could. That bought me another day with her, right here at home. We both lay in my bed, hands entwined, looking at one another with so much love. It was as if the nightmare had finally ended. We were at peace. We were one. And in that sacred silence that enveloped us, Sofia proposed to me. This time, it was she who asked me to marry her. How my heart swelled with love once more. I said 'yes', naturally I did. The reward for me daring to hope was to have her disappear again. We'd meet again, sometime later, in the same park where we first went out. I loved her so, so much. And when we kissed that day, she asked me not to kiss her again. Because, she said, when I kissed her that way, she was mine. And that prospect must have been so harrowing that she'd elected never to be with me again.
I've seen Sofia twice, and shortly thereafter. Once, on my way to the gym, I bumped into her, and later we met up because she wanted to return a book of mine she'd borrowed. I've not seen her since 2013. On two different occasions - and far more recently - I thought I saw her : once in a bus, a girl who looked strikingly like her and who crossed eyes with me for a moment, and then maybe a year or so ago there was another girl in my gym who - once again - looked very much like her. But they weren't her, I don't think, certainly not the gym girl.
The last interaction we had was some years back now, it would have been maybe around 2015, or maybe late 2014. I got a friend request for her on Facebook, and I accepted - I deemed there were no real motives for me to deny her my friendship. Our story had gone the way it had gone, but I never begrudged her for her decision. So when a few hours later I found out she'd removed me from her friends list, I sent her a message and told her never to bother me again.
She left me on read, and that was the end of that.
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