Over twenty years have passed, and I still remembered his voice. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/ff2260/620x0/1/0/2025/03/21/sahfahmkmkz9rietfqwqw3aicpdhh55rf4bav0dcxh.jpg" alt = "woman @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (176,158,137.1)" > < p > We were a couple in high school & ndash; young, naive, in love with ears.

< p > I thought then that the world ends and starts there.

< p > When he left without a word, I thought I would die with b & oacute; lu.

< p > He was my first love. And the only one that I have never been able to forget.

< p > I got married.

< p > I gave birth to children.

< p > I experienced ups and downs.

< p > but somewhere deep in me was one quiet dream:

< p > that one day I will meet in him.

< p > and that maybe & hellip; maybe everything else will work out.

< p > Maybe it was a mistake of time, place, immaturity.

< p > maybe fate wanted to separate us just to connect us p & oacute;

< p > we met by accident.

< p > I stood in a queue in the store, and he turned & oacute; and looked in my eyes.

< p > — Anka ? — asked in disbelief.

< p > this voice. The same.

< p > my heart froze.

< p > in an instant Wr & oacute; Summer evenings, first kisses, long calls on the phone.

< p > I smiled uncertainly.

< p > — Tomek.

< P >We started talking.

< p > coffee.

< p > then one more.

< p > then dinner.

< p > m & oacute; Jer, was only a shadow of memories, and the adult children and had their lives.

< p > I thought: Maybe that's our time ?

< p > He was free. Me too.

< p > m & oacute; he thought about me.

< p > that he regrets that he did not fight.

< p > that he never loved anyone like me.

< p > and I … I wanted to believe it.

< p > but the more we were approaching, the more illusions were bursting in me.

< p > was charming & ndash; but only if it suited him.

< p > I began to notice that he didn't really listen to me.

< p > Everything always came back to him.

< p > to his problem & oacute; w. His success & oacute; w. His needs.

< p > m & oacute; j the world was only a background for him.

< p > one evening, after another dinner, said:

< p > — You know that all these years I thought about you like a woman who would never limit me ? — And what if I also have needs, dreams, plans ? — I asked.

< p > shrugged.

< p > — Then find someone who will endure them. I'm not going to change.

< p > and then I understood.

< p > This fate did not allow us to be together.

< p > It wasn't bad.

< p > He was never for me.

< p > Only I didn't see it.

< p > because I was in love with the memory, not in man.

< p > I got up from the table.

< p > not saying goodbye.

< p > without watching.

< p > because for the first time I did not want to recover it anymore.

< p > because I regained myself.

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116