Boy Meets Girl... (fiction)

Everyone has a story
Everyone has gone through that one thing that has changed them.
That single experience that wiped clean that ignorant bliss of inexperience,
That one event that still feeds our naive idealism, long after it knocks the breath out of us.
That was his story.
The typical boy meets girl.
Boy falls madly in love.
He keeps falling.
He's never experienced anything so intense.
He loves her so much everytime he sees her... no matter how many times in a minute, the drummer in his heart kicks up his tempo...
Every time she touched him... he became the textbook example of severe heart palpitations.
But when she kissed him, kissed him brainless, he could swear his heart stopped pumping blood.
No one had ever made him feel like that... no one came close.
He was young enough to believe love could keep you happy even when money couldn't and naive enough to believe money couldn't keep you happy even where love was absent...

Her story was different. She had big dreams. No way was she gonna settle for the town doctor's son. No way! Oh, he talked big alright.. then gave her paper cut outs of things he "hoped" to buy her someday.
PLEASE. She deserved the real deal. She was too pretty to get less. She wanted diamonds, fast cars and unlimited credit cards, (which right thinking girl doesn't anyway) and by God, she was gonna get them. He was just a side distraction on her way to the top...

Then one hot afternoon she changed his life forever. Took off with a man passing through. She said he was a billionaire. She said she deserved to be happy... They were soon wed. There wasn't much he could do.
Back in town, he moved around in a daze for one whole year, everyday moving closer to crazy. There was talk around, hushed whispers about the wisdom in letting the town's crazy move freely around...
But he got his act together, left town and struck gold.
Now he watches the girls fawn over him and fall over themselves to keep him happy. All those years ago, she had given him back those paper cut outs. He still had them. And he could get a truck load of each of them if she wanted. But she hadn't stayed. Now he made girls cry. He couldn't bring himself to love again. It had driven him near to crazy the first time... He breaks their hearts, just as intensely as his was crushed...

He still held the phone in his hands. She had just called him. She said she thought they could still be friends. She said she wasn't happy. Her billionaire man hit her much too often, and she was in too much pain to enjoy her fortune. Her bruises kept her from going out and having a social life. But she couldn't leave cos she didn't know what the world held out for her...
She said she'd come back if he gave her a chance. Said she'd make it up to him. She said they could relive that summer all over again...
That did the trick, he laughed into the phone, so hard she had to cut it off. She must have felt stupid... Oh well, he just didn't do love anymore.
Call him sadistic, but he got a little pleasure from knowing she suffered too. He thought Karma deserved a toast. He walked to his bar poured a drink, lifting it slowly, he mouthed his thanks. And as the whiskey burned the back of his throat, he felt the weight drop away. It was the first day of the rest of his life.

Be careful what you put out there. Karma's a bitch, and she takes her time to make you pay...