My True Love
Miyako's Point of View
The words still ringed in my ears. Why would HE break up with HER? It wasn't possible. No, no, NO! I called him again, a week after the breakup,
"Miyako, for the billionth time, I BROKE UP WITH YOU!"
I was so heartbroken; I called again, and again, and again. And I eventually gave up on her dream of being "Mrs. Ken Ichijouji", and decided to be an old maid. Besides, what else could I do? It was pointless to believe in anything else at this point, but maybe…one more call.
"STOP CALLING ME!"
That did it. I hung up, tears rolling down my face. I called to my mom, "I'm going for a walk.", and got no reply. I took this as an opportunity to think about how he was a mistake, how we weren't meant to be, how I absolutely COULD NOT GET OVER HIM!
Shit. How could I go on without Ken? He was perfect, the best person in the world. Smart, funny, athletic, and handsome. And then there was me. Quite beautiful and very smart. How the hell was I supposed to know that two people so alike couldn't be happy together? I stopped at the soccer field, and sat down, un-aware of the one player practicing on the field.
"Oi! Miyako! Why are you crying?" I looked up to see Daisuke, my friend from school, racing towards me with a worried look etched across his face. I managed to say that it was none of his business, but he kept pestering me to tell him.
"Fine," I cried, "Ken broke up with me!" I stared to bawl. Daisuke looked at me funny.
"Didn't that happen a week ago, Miyako? It's not old news."
"Oh, that helps. Can't you see I'm in agony?!"
"Yes, I can see that, but maybe this will help." Daisuke leaned over and kissed me. I kissed back. He's such a good kisser. I was surprised. When I kissed Ken, it had NEVER felt like THIS! We stopped kissing.
"Did it help Miyako?"
"Yeah. It did." We kissed again. Who would have thought that I would be here kissing Daisuke, when I had someone so much better? Maybe Ken was not my true love. Maybe I was meant to be with Daisuke.