Killing Me Softly

Not sure why I am starting this post with Roberta Flack's Killing Me Softly. Perhaps what I am going to write next is sentimental and mushy.

I was 16 and he was 17. Just like any other teenager, I wanted to know how it feels like to have someone special. I guess I was not really ready for any long term relationship at that time. The supposedly whirlwind of a romance only lasted less than a year. He wanted to get physical too fast and too soon and I am just not ready for THAT kind of a relationship.

I have to admit that I was the one who call the relationship off as I was not feeling comfortable anymore with his advances. How did he take the break up? Not good, I would say. He called me at unearthly hours drunk, it seems according to his friends! Surely there is a more amiable way to do this? If only I had known about writing a dear john letter then, things might not have gotten so messy.

I didn't get back into another relationship after that. My next relationship resulted in a happy marriage of 12 years and counting. Perhaps I should change the title of this post to Killing HIM Softly? I am not being mean nor funny here, just musing. At 16 and 17, I think we can both get over such episodes in life wiser and more mature. Enjoy the song...