Dalia & Jay
I missed Jay. A lot. More than I told anyone. More than I would ever admit to myself. But I knew he probably didn’t miss me. At all. He was famous now, girls throwing themselves at him every day, so why would he remember me? I had to move on, I had to get on with my life, and try to forget about him. I loved him so much, but I could never have him and that was the way it was going to be. I had thought of moving to London, just to see if I cold find him, but I didn’t have the money. And if I did find him, what would I say? ‘Oh, I still love you, let’s get back together?’ Of course not. It depressed me so much to think that I could’ve had him - I did have him - and I let him go. But I had to forget that now and move on.
‘Hi, Maureen.’ I smiled as I shut the car door. ‘Hello, pet, how’re you?’ she smiled. ‘Good, thanks.’ Lie. I thought. Speaking to Jay’s mum just made me miss him more. Going to his house was even worse. But his mum and my mum were good friends, so I didn’t have a choice. Maureen handed me a cup of tea as I sat on her sofa. She made polite conversation, which i barely listened to, until she said, ‘And our Jay says he ocming back this weekend for a few days!’ I almost spat the tea out. Act cool. ‘Is he?’ I asked. ‘Yes, he says he’s looking forward to be back! You can come round if you want, and see him.’ she added takin a drink of her tea. ‘Hm.’ I murmured. ‘I mght do.’ Maureen smiled and nodded, and we continued to drink our tea, but all I could think about was Jay’s homecoming.