Changing Partners

I knew that my younger sister and her boyfriend, who was in States, had broken up. But I thought maybe they’d get back together.

The signs. She started to have more phone calls from guys. She hardly talked to him on the phone. She wrote him emails, from a daily routine to once a week affair.

One night, Lizzie brought him home, her new boyfriend. She said that when she first met him, she didn’t even like him at all. I thought, Yeah, but I was horny for him.

Alone together at last, I said, “I thought you really loved him.”
“I did,” she said. “Craig’s great.”
“I liked him,” I said.
She nodded. Then she said, “There were too many of differences in value between us.”

It sounded to me more like a “better course selection”, and I gave her a look to say so. She pretended not to see and went to join her new boyfriend.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. I looked out of the window, only one house had lights on, and the light was just the blue of a television set.

I tried to understand how Lizzie could give up on someone who loved her so much, whereas I was the one who was given up by the other someone. The whole situation was ironic. She could have gotten what she wants, but she threw it away. I wanted so much to be loved wholeheartedly by my ex-boyfriend, but I wasn’t given that chance. It scares me to think that my sister had failed at loving someone. I had no idea what I should expect from a guy, if I could ever fall in love again someday.

*I wrote this many years back. This incident did happen. All names have been changed to protect the people involved.