The Day I Kissed An Older Man

"You're welcome. It's no biggie," the boy said as he turned around to leave.

Melody then called out to him. "What's your name? I'll pay you back another day."

"I'm Sherman. Don't worry about it. It's not that expensive anyway." Sherman smiled warmly at her and left.

Melody looked at the sanitary napkin in her hand and felt a fuzzy feeling in her heart. As he left, she silently repeated the name to herself, "Sherman." The boy from her memory had grown into a handsome and elegant man. He walked toward Melody with a glass of juice and said, "Here's some juice." The scene was almost a deja vu as he placed the drink in front of Melody and said, "I'm not sure which flavor you prefer, so I just took one at random."

"Thank you." Though her response was the same as when she was 18, things seemed to have changed drastically since then. At times, she wondered what things would have been if she was braver. Perhaps her story with Sherman would have a better ending. Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets.

told me about your relationship with the host of this banquet." Sherman sat down

snapped back from her reminiscing, but she found it difficult to answer his question. She did not want Sherman to know that she was 'married', and she selfishly wanted him to have a

patted her forehead, eliciting a

you, but you kept quiet as if it was none

what happened in high school, Melody smiled helplessly and said, "I wouldn't call myself quiet. I just don't think it's worth the effort when I know it's going to be pointless anyway." "There are times where it'll be better to voice out," Sherman looked at

and asked, "What have you been up to these past few years, by the way?

another three years of postgrad. I started working in my family company, but my mother's been nagging me to get married and forcing me to go on blind dates all the time," Sherman said helplessly. "I'm sure you're well aware of

from afar. The woman seemed

you for your own good.