At first glance, she looked much younger than I am (She was 31, I'm 25), I gave her 20 at the top.
It was a period not long after my girlfriend, with whom i have been dating for about 4 to 5 months, dropped me like you get rid of a disease, so I was kinda broken (hence those "calm up" strolls i made into a habit, since I tended to get too upset sitting at one place for more than 45 minuets).
Anyway, as I approached her, she was smoking a cigarette, and I asked for one (even though i had some right in my pocket). luckily she didnt have anymore, so she has suggested we'd walk together to the nearest newsstand to get some, if it's on my way. I agreed.
Funny, I still remember the things we chatted about that evening, and the eves to follow.
we both had an unwritten agreement to meet near that bench at around seven pm each evening. it lasted for about 3 months.
Occasionally she would ask me to jump over for a coffee at her flat, or that I have invited her. Once in 3 or 4 weeks we were spending the entire weekend together. we became attached. at least I thought so. I knew almost everything about her; her parents, siblings, education and career; The more I knew about her, the more I liked her. And I know she liked me.
But what she had done, It strikes me every time I give my mind to it, and Its hard to ignore that particular trauma. maybe I'm too emotional, I dunno.
Just see how blind can someone get sometimes. She was so calm when she told me her sister dont want us to meet anymore. I never gave it too much thought, to the fact she and her sister look so different. I believe I tried too mention it to her one time - she said something sort-of to herself and I dropped it. I figured her parents are very different externally and thats all (she shared an apartment with Lucy* and I have never seen her parents). Only then, at that "honorable" occasion' she exposed to me, at the first time, she is lesbian, and she really didnt want to go with me that far "It just something that happend and Lucy thought It won't be so bad to have something external. that is, until she noticed you call too much", so B said. I wont even try to describe what I've been through since then, for Lucy's word is sacred for her, nothing I would say will make her be with me again.
Thankfully that episode of my life is history, and all I have to say is watch out kind people, because you can never know with whom you're gonna fall in love.
thanks for reading, I hope it was tolerable (english is not my native language, as you can see).
*Lucy is not her real name
