A Round Trip To Love

A visually impaired fortune teller who had set up stall at the entrance of the alleyway once told me, “Your love life is destined to be tragically entangled with a man, and it will not come to a good end.” My payment to him was a half-drank soda can stuffed into his hands. I walked away with an air of indignation. “Hey, you haven’t paid!” His yelling was still audible from a few blocks away. Are you for real, you could not even tell if your customer is a man or a woman, what fortune can you possibly tell? Count yourself lucky I did not thrash your stall. Sitting here at the train station, with my cheeks swelling into the size of a pig’s head, disheveled clothes, both hands empty, I recalled the words of the fortune teller. I regret not paying my dues and a bit more to him. It is a pity before today, I have been living the life of a fool. Not only did I not redeem myself from being involved with a man, I did not discern that I will never come to a good end…….. ~ My story is dedicated to everyone who have entered my life, those who stayed and those who left. One of my favorite poet said: “There is a story, the one and only story that deserves to be told in its entirety.” To me, this is exactly what I need to tell. ~