My Secret Love



When I was 14, I loved a guy. He was a relative of my brothers wife. I didn't want anyone to know though I thought it would be no good for me. It was unusual in our society. Only boys told girls that they were in love with them. Usual for boys and unusual for girls. Girls weren't supposed to say what they felt, just follow what parents told.

At my brothers wifes' place, there was a photo of the boy. I wanted to look at his picture. When my brothers wife left home, I ran into her bed room and looked at the picture. When someone came into the house, I ran out of the house afraid someone would know.

I never told anyone. Never told the boy. We didn't live in the same village. The boy came to our village to study. We studied in the same school but he was older than me. When school finished, he moved back to his village and I never saw him again.

In 1993 when going back home, I met the boys mother. She asked, "Why didn't you get married with my son. He was much in love with you.

What could I say? I smiled. He loved me and I loved him. Bad luck. I just shook my head.




Poetry by ZARIFE DEMIR
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Written on 2010-01-22 at 18:50

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