As they say, you don’t forget your first high school love.
It’s been 20 years since we graduated high school. In the second grade, I liked me, and I liked him, too. That’s how our friendship began. Everyone in the class knew that he loved me. After 7th grade he was already planning that after school we would get married. But I was not of their nationality, his mother was against our friendship.
After 11th grade our paths parted. After some time I fell in love with my future husband, and now we have been living for 17 years. I love my husband very much. But for all 20 years, my classmate calls me every birthday and always congratulates me. He says, of course, that he should have listened to his mother back then, as he eventually got married, too. He thought I would get divorced after all, and we would get married, and he had to get married, that time was running out. But he’s kept pictures of me since high school.
I’m told by other classmates that his wife can’t stand me. Even though we don’t know her! And always on my birthday, when he calls me, he always calls me “dear.
Do you think he still loves me?
