He replied, "Stella, I am sorry. I only had to return home now. Wait until I can save money and then I will marry you. I assure you!"
In a blink, I came back to my senses. I had just realized he once loved me.
If that damn Whitney didn't return to the US, then for sure, we might have ended up getting married. There were a lot of what-ifs on my mind, but I shook those thoughts away from me.
I had already heard Whitney's name when I was still in college. At that time, Hendrix and I still weren't together. I still had a crush on him. Who wouldn't? He was tall and handsome and even won the national scholarship in his sophomore year.
Many friends had told me Hendrix preferred Whitney more than me.
Whitney was tall and gorgeous and the two were a perfect match.
I knew I was no match from then on, so I didn't bother Hendrix. Unexpectedly, Whitney, still a junior, decided to go abroad.
Hendrix was devastated at that time. He started smoking, drinking and fighting some students. He skipped the class, failed some courses and was forced to retake to pass. He suffered a lot and I felt sorry for him.
When he was drunk, I made some oatmeal and brought it for him to eat.