The first girl that broke my heart cried on my behalf. I still remember that night in high school like it was yesterday. In truth, I do not care much for her anymore, except for the gaping wound that she left me with. And all the women it haunted since her.
Her name is Yoko Tōsuke. And she is Japanese. Her mother named her after Yoko Ono, Lennon’s wife. She loved the Beatles, Lennon especially. And she often told stories of meeting Yoko and Lennon at her grandfather’s antique shop in Yushima when she was twelve.
Yoko would not stop crying until I walked her back to the girl’s dormitory. I thought I would kiss her one last time. But she never looked back. And when I saw her in the school cafeteria the next morning, she was laughing at another man’s joke.
And I was carrying a box of chocolates.
UCHENNA ONYISHI 
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