Do You Still Remember Me ?!

The Story

Hello! The truth is that I am writing the story without structuring my question at all. I met him in my childhood, rather in the first stage of my adolescence. Then when a person falls in love for the first time. It was not something spectacular! He was studying in the next class, his face was dotted with acne, and his words were lost on the way from the brain to the lips. and not be his friend. After a while, however, it happened. It was like a real fairy tale, like a teen movie. Together with him we created a noisy joint company of people with different interests, we experienced the death of people close to us, we shared our yellow pennies for breakfast. But my behavioral problem, existing since childhood drove him away. I always find a reason not to commit, not to destroy the walls of my heart. In time, I dealt with it, but a little late. So, as a child, he went with a classmate of mine. It was crying, jealousy, things my mind didn't even explain. Experiencing my first, sincere love for more than 2 years, at one point I forgot it. I forgot to think about him, to think about him.

I moved far away immediately after our separation, and I didn't see him for years. While in contact with a friend, I knew something, but this connection also disappeared over time. In the presence of social networks a few days ago, watching the Bulgarian movie 'bubble gum' with my friend, I just remembered, by accident. I opened it, looked for it. And his name, piles of photos and posts were in my hands. Beautiful girlfriend, car posts, tight t-shirts, thumbs, tall, exercising, cigarette in hand .. I said to myself, that everyone just goes their own way in life, though quite amazed. However, one photo caught my attention. There, on his arm, a big tattoo ... and I don't know if it's the quality of my phone or the quality of his camera ... but I think I saw my face. I wondered why he tattooed me? My image? True, the first love began, but his tattoo appeared two years after our separation, and more than 10 years have passed since then. I couldn't wait, I sent an invitation. The excitement in me awoke. He wrote to me, talking about who does what, how he is, where his childhood friends went ... but I didn't ask about the tattoo. The only person who tore down my walls years ago. Is this the only love, or is it easier for a person like me, unable to fall in love, to deceive himself? I'm committed right now, I don't have the opportunity to end my relationship with the man next to me, or rather I have no choice. I have to be with the person next to me, and I can't even imagine what would happen if I even met my old acquaintance, with which we once promised each other .. Understand me, I do not expect the person to be the same as he was 10 years ago. It's just a little hope in my dark tunnel.

Last Updated
September 20, 2020
Author:
ionela_madi

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