Am I greedy

I found her.

Really… I still can’t believe it. Rumi.

Finally, after all these years, I am so happy. I am coming, Rumi Ezlyn. I have missed you more than words can ever hold.

And now, at last, she has published her book. I always knew she would make it—I always believed she would become a writer. Fate is strange, isn’t it? I was simply wandering through the library in New York when my eyes fell upon her name shining on the cover of a novel. My heart stopped. What were the chances? And yet, there she was… in ink, in words, in truth.

Everyone has a story in life. And I have mine too.

You see, I always hated sad endings—whether in movies, series, or novels. I wanted hope, laughter, and a little miracle at the end of every tale. But Rumi… she was different. Her stories were almost always wrapped in sorrow. We used to argue about it endlessly. I would beg her to change the endings, to let her characters find joy, but she would only smile at me sweetly and say,

“You know, Mr. Sim, I want to tell people the truth.”

“The truth?” I would roll my eyes.

“Yes,” she whispered like someone much older than her years. “The truth of life is sad endings. We don’t always have happy endings in real life. We want money, we want fame, we want everything. And then greed takes over—we want more than we need. That’s why our desires, our goals, they never reach fulfillment. In the end, we lose happiness… and what remains is sadness, always sadness.”

The way she spoke—every word she used—was filled with weight, as though she had lived a hundred lives before. She spoke like someone who had touched the deepest corners of truth.

Rumi.

My first and forever love.

An orphan girl… only thirteen when I met her. How could I have fallen for a little girl then? At first, I called it friendship. But later, when I lost her—when I abandoned her—I realized what she truly meant to me. Three years of friendship erased in a moment, as if we had never known each other. That loss still burns.

And yet, how could I forget the first day we met?

June 23rd, Monday morning. A bright, golden day, sunlight spilling everywhere. It was my seventeenth birthday—what I now call the luckiest day of my life. Because that was the day I saw her for the first time. That was the day Rumi Ezlyn walked into my world… and changed it forever.