First Love…

20 or 30 years later, in one of summer evenings, you will remember their youth. You have to remember him, because he was your first Love… Once, when you will still quite young, you met the guy. Maybe it will be your friend, who lives in a neighbouring district, maybe, just classmates. You're sure to fall in love with it, and every hour of your life starts to experiencing a different way, not like before. You will be dream, a little scattered and permanently's in the clouds. You do not notice the ordinary and everyday affairs, even when moesh dishes or shall floors. You will no longer angers mum on which to Sundays will make you direct orders in his room, and you will not hear reproaches that you all do not, as expected. You're all going to smile, but not to tell anyone about their smile. It is your innermost and secret, and this must be silent.

He will call you more often when your parents do not have homes. And you'll spend hours talking about something interesting, could some of the movie, or maybe just a way about anything. And every time, hearing his voice, on your body will tremor runs fine, but the head will be different fantasy and desire. But you did not tell him about this, although very want, but feel free. After all, you are not sure whether he needs your feelings, or do you simply invent everything, and your love for you just one. And every time, you will wait for the moment the meeting, or regular phone call.

And will meet, talk and kiss at the farewell from which you will be to show red, but in the soul of their dream of repeating. Maybe one day you do not endure and one of the meetings quietly say: "I love you", immediately adding: "You're my best friend". And those seconds after the words you say will be the most troublesome in your life. And he will raise the eyes and a question and a bit lost and look at you, like trying to say: "I clearly heard?". But he says nothing, but only takes you by the hand to continue to go on a long street of your city. And as the leaves all at once, and such usual and renouncement conversation becomes viscous and heavy, and does not want to talk, just keep quiet and go silent, feeling his hand next to his palm and fingers, sometimes compresses your wrist.

Time will pass, and here is one in your e-mail from him a letter. This will be a postcard with the verse, which he had long searched the Internet looking for you…. And your heart scores of joy, and you will understand that you are not alone in their feelings that sense - mutual. And you telephoned him. And will talk again about anything, but in that conversation will be a very different meaning. And this will be the happiest day in your life… Once you come to his home, as it has done many times. But this time would be special, because today you will be a woman ...

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