Two

Empty.

That was what my fridge was.

I opened the freezer and it was the same. All my cabinets and drawers gave me the same feedback when I checked with them.

How?

I can swear I had some food in there somewhere.

After I frantically tried to find some food, my stomach growled so I gave up and went upstairs to change. Then I took my car keys,drove thirty minutes to my regular super market .

I wandered through the market taking the essentials. Thankfully, I got most of the things I needed. I just needed a couple more things and I'd be outta here.

I've lived alone since I turned twenty a couple of years ago. As a result, I'm used to doing stuff like shopping, cooking, cleaning and washing for myself. I get a whole lot of food which lasts at least two months. It gets lonely sometimes so I spend most of my time working. I hardly go for parties or even dates.

When I couldn't find any of the remaining things, I decided to go get my regular ice-cream flavor; cookies and cream flavor. Luckily, there's still one last survivor. I'm so glad because this is the only place that has a cookies and cream flavored ice-cream that hits the spot.

Immediately I get a hold of the creamy goodness, a hand slaps mine off. "Get your hands off of my ice-cream." A feminine voice yells.

"I saw it first so it's..." I started arguing but when I saw the person, my mind froze.

It was her.

I can't believe it. After all these years. I've finally found her. My sweet sweet Sheila. My beautiful high school sweetheart. She hadn't changed a bit. She was curvier, I'll give you that and she had also cut her long silky hair but she still had the same drowning green eyes and a smile that could light a room.

And best of all, she likes the same cookies and cream flavored ice-cream as me. We are surely meant to be.

Without thinking, I let go of my trolley and wrapped my arms around her in a tight embrace. Shocked, Sheila pushed me and gave me a resounding slap on my left cheek.

It hurt so much for someone with tiny hands.

"Let go of me you pervert. " with that, she left.

Ouch. That hurt even more than the slap. She didn't even recognize me. I felt so broken. Like my heart had been stabbed and trampled upon. But despite the fact that she didn't remember me, I still couldn't get her out of my mind.

I slept thinking about her and woke up with her on my mind. I wanted to see her so bad. So every single day for a week, I would drive thirty minutes to that supermarket and spend hours just waiting for her to come. She never did though.

So I stopped going there. I didn't give up though. I prayed to God that if it is his will for us to be together, then we should find each other. No matter how long it took, I was ready to wait for her.

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