One Funeral

Years ago, I met a girl from my city, in the countryside, on the Internet. I dare say that I fell in love with her on the monitor. When we met, I just reinforced that feeling. Although our small town does not suffer from a lack of young people, most of them are ... how to say ... just not my type. I don't have a story with most of the young people or even if I find it, it's for a short time.

However, with her I found many topics to talk about and this impressed and delighted me. She is six years younger than me, so I expected her to be another idiot. It's not. And it wasn't then. What I like most about her is that she is ready to discover new things, the unknown doesn't scare her. Me too. Since I had suffered several love dramas while meeting her, and one of them was too fresh, I was in no hurry to realize my fantasies and offer my love to her. I got to know her, I gave her a chance to get to know me too. This period is associated with many interesting and exciting experiences for us, maybe a little silly - we would travel 300 km to Pernik to buy a Winkel waffle from there, and then we went home (this is the most meaningless trip in my life ); we bungee jumped together; we were in a tent for a whole week in a very unfamiliar area (for some it may be common, it was our first time and it turned out to be a great variety) and other such things. The first New Year after our acquaintance we were in a company. While she was dancing with someone, a very good friend of mine threatened me that if he didn't share his feelings with her soon, she would probably catch up with someone else. That same evening / morning, when we separated from the others and went to another party, I kissed her. I didn't know what to say, so I just kissed her.

And she replied. On the way we held hands, but when we entered the "celebrating apartment" we let go and behaved as before. And so, until a few days later, when she asked me if it was the fruit of alcohol. I was surprised that she thought about it, but this question definitely helped to unravel the situation. That dialogue ended with "I love you" on my part and "I appreciate you very much" on her part. We got together. After a while, I questioned the fact that she didn't even tell me once after months that she loved me. It was explained to me that she did not feel the thrill of being told that she was in love, and that if she told me that she loved me, I would think she was in love. I thought about it without telling me that he loves me ... After a few discussions on this topic, in which it became clear, that I do not take well the idea of ​​being with me without love, we parted on her initiative and without much desire on my part.

We never met again. But after a few more months, I realized that I adore her and I can't, I don't want to be without her. I went to her house, her parents told me she was gone, but they invited me to wait for her. Her mother, a very talkative woman, said that I missed her daughter, but at the moment she had another. Still, I waited for her. When she came home, I took her for a walk and we talked. We decided to restore our friendship, as we both enjoyed spending time together. Her boyfriend reacted unpleasantly to my return to her life and they soon separated. This led me to think that if my appearance was the reason for their separation, then maybe I had a chance with her. It turned out, that I was wrong and I stayed in the friend zone for a while. The next summer was approaching, I was working in a company then, where I received very little money and they didn't even pay me regularly. This made me look for a seasonal job and, to my surprise, a friend of mine suggested that I go to his parents' hotel abroad, where there was no bartender. I most eagerly agreed. And my beloved, unhappy with my departure, wanted me to ask if there was work for her as well. There was. We left together and we were at work together every night. In addition, there were cases when the hotel was overcrowded and the staff had to gather in a smaller number of rooms, and she and I shared a bed without any problems. Of course, the magic of summer helped and we reunited. I was very happy.

We came back with full pockets (or at least they were not empty), with many memories and smiles on their faces. Everyone welcomed our relationship and said they were expecting it. Well, we had some levs aside, we could put them together and do something together. But she didn't want to plan our common future, which hurt me. At one point, my luck smiled, I met a man I sincerely admire to this day. He helped me with a lot of advice, words and a few connections. He gave me an interview for a very good job, and I somehow managed to convince the interviewer that they were looking for me. They hired me. Since I was new, single, and eager to prove myself, they started sending me on business trips, which I accepted without any complaints.

My girlfriend said she was not happy with this situation and we broke up. He didn't want me to look for her, he didn't look for me. I allowed myself to call her on holidays, but she changed her phone and didn't let me know, so I judged my presence in her life as undesirable. My career was going well with my hometown, but I wanted to get away from it. There was nothing to keep me but my family, but my parents did well without their children. I managed to win a change of job and went to another city. Here is the change I needed. I met a lot of new people, there were no old acquaintances, I was alone. But the melancholy did not visit me. Honestly, I was incredibly happy. My colleagues were very friendly, although I was very different from them. I was often invited, especially in the beginning, to dine in their homes, trying to make me feel good. One of them told me that the management made a lot of impressions about me and relied on the team to keep me in the company. I was flattered and tried to live up to high expectations. I think I succeeded, but there is still room for improvement.

My love was not forgotten and was not trampled. I remembered this girl with a little sadness, but also a lot of joy. I talked about her as if describing the Virgin Mary and my new acquaintances said that I praised her too much and I had to remove her halo. But I did not want to, I refused and I still remembered her as lovely. One day my mother called to let me know that "that girl you don't want to see" was looking for me. Until I found out which girl she meant ... How could I not want to see her like that? I was dying to see her! She had left her phone and asked my mother to give it to me and, if I wished, to call her. She lived in the same city as me. I called her instantly. The conversation was awkward, I didn't know what to say, but we made an appointment. At the end of the week, it was just the beginning. Colleagues whom I trusted and relied on for advice because of their greater life experience told me that I was making a mistake by going back to this girl. I told myself I just wanted to see her as a friend. I even convinced myself of that and almost made them believe me.

The meeting went smoothly, we had fun, although we both did not relax. We saw each other from time to time, the meetings became more and more frequent, until they finally became everyday. This time I let her lead and did not announce my feelings out loud, I had steamed enough. One night she told me she loved me and I was happy. We got together, lived together, had a baby and got married. Everything wonderful, wonderful, beautiful. Until the day came when she told me she didn't love me and wanted a divorce. HOW SO? !! I was furious, nervous, crazy, puzzled. Dialogue was impossible. In the end, we divorced. I was sad and happy. This unexpected divorce hurt me, but I still had my wonderful son, and my friends had surrounded me and unobtrusively helped my face to smile. For a long time I did not see my wife (the former obviously), but her brother took my child and picked him up at the appointed time. One day my son told me that his other father had hit him. I didn't know who this other father was or what exactly happened, but the very thought of someone attacking my son drove me crazy. I went, made them to dust and my wife and that rubbish, and then I told her to take it out of her life or she would be deprived of parental rights. I eventually started a case, but she came to her senses and ended her relationship with this man in time. Our relationship was very strained.

My son told me that he is upset that he never sees us with his mother together. This made me look for her again and renew the good tone between us. From time to time we went out with him, had dinner together and spent a few hours as a family. We started going on vacation together as often as possible. She enchanted me again and we got together. We got married. We were a happy family for two years, when she again, once again, said she had no feelings for me. We divorced without much fuss and without scandals. Because of the child, who already understood more or less. We keep seeing each other, talking kindly and even going on holidays together. But I hate her. I tell you honestly, I hate her, I hate her. Whatever feelings I had for her, no matter how long I loved her, it all ended with this second divorce. This woman didn't let me forget her, he fueled my feelings for years and only made fun of them. The only thing I'm grateful for is my son. Every beautiful memory has already become demonic. And it's time for me to become indifferent. I told my story as briefly as possible, but in as much detail as possible, so that I could bury that love.

I bury hatred along with everything. Let apathy reign. And let's be happy separately. And let me never see her halo again. And let, let all be well. And let's be happy separately. And let me never see her halo again. And let, let all be well. And let's be happy separately. And let me never see her halo again. And let, let all be well.