This Is How My Story Began ...

I will be as brief as possible, as the story is long. Here's how my story began: In the summer of 2006, I was 17 years old. My parents and I were at sea in Burgas, otherwise we live in Sofia. There I met a group of a group of girls and boys, we became friends, I really got quite close with the girls and the boys. There was a boy, Theodore, who I liked, obviously he liked me too, Theo was 18 years old. We were at a disco one night, dancing with him there, having fun… it was magical. And so two weeks passed, my parents' vacation was over and we had to leave, we exchanged numbers with him, he said he would look for me when he returned to Sofia. Two weeks later, an unknown number called me, I knew it was him and I was happy. We made an appointment, we saw each other, everything was wonderful, we gradually started seeing each other every week, every day, we started talking on the phone quite often. He usually called me because then, you know, the cards were still with vouchers, and he was from a wealthy family. We became very attached to each other, we went out with the company from the sea, I introduced them to my friends. Everything was just like a fairy tale. And so our relationship was great, we understood each other, we saw each other often. Time passed and he became 12th grade and 11th grade. His mother and father wanted to send him abroad to play sports, I forgot to mention that he trained hard in basketball. Theo didn't want to, he wanted to stay here with me, I, on the other hand, also wanted to stay here then, I wanted to be together, now, even when I think about it, my reaction may have been exaggerated. The months passed, and the month of April came. Then I remember, his mother called me and asked to see me, we saw each other, she asked me to talk to Theo and persuade him to go to America for a few years to train on a team, a coach that Theo's father had arranged.

After much thought, I decided I needed to talk to him. We talked, at first he did not agree, did not give the mind to say about his departure, but I convinced him. The end of May 2007 was approaching, and so was his departure in July. I began to feel very bad just thinking about him. But here came the worst moment, the moment we hugged and kissed at the airport in Sofia. And now my chest tightens and my stomach shrinks just remembering how we looked at each other then, as if nothing would be the same again, as if we should not part .. The first month after his departure was terrible, I gradually started going out with friends again I also saw his company often. We talked to him at least 3-4 times a week on Skype, everything was going as well as possible. Time passed, I was already in 12th grade… and at the end of 12th grade, I studied, studied ... I enrolled at a university in Varna, I was accepted. We still kept in touch with him via Skype. And so another long, long year without him, without touching him, without inhaling his perfume. The first year of university has passed. Hell, he came 2nd year at university and 3rd year without seeing me .. except on Skype, he was not able to come, they didn't let him go, they went to matches with the basketball team all the time, or they trained all the time, his mother and father went to America, but I didn't have that financial ability. In the middle of the second semester, a boy from our group organized a big party at his villa. I was one of the guests, I was hesitant to go, but I was looking at Theodore's photos on Facebook, he was uploading photos from various parties, which is normal, and yet the photos were not something like pushing, hugging, etc. with a chick, my thought is that he he was just having fun. So I decided to go have some fun. We gathered 5 people and went to the villa by car, the others came with other cars. Initially everything was great, a boy suggested we play a card game, I don't remember what it was exactly, but if you lose you drink ex and guess ... I lost 4 times or at least I remember that much. The next day I felt sick and vowed not to drink again. I returned to Varna and what to see one of the boys from the group had uploaded a photo in his profile with me .. how he kisses me, because he also has his eyes closed, it was not obvious that I was drunk, and under the photo were written a bunch nonsense, Theo could see this picture too, because I was tagged. You can guess from here on what happened.

This time talking on Skype was not talking but shouting, then I told him that this was the end of our relationship and I closed the conversation. I was hurt that he didn't believe me, so I didn't have nearly 5 years, 3 of which I wouldn't see him once to be with him if I didn't love him. I raised a scandal with the boy in question, the photo was deleted, but my happiness was also deleted because of some such nonsense. Grief, depression and a bunch of other "things" had taken root in me, I didn't want to talk, I ate, I lost a lot of weight, the only thing I did was go to university and study. The second year is over, the third has started, I was a different person, completely different, from the girl who was always smiling. I didn't go out, I was fine at home, my parents felt that something was happening to me, I told them I was just tired and exhausted. I did not tell them that we had been separated from Theodore for almost a year, because my father was not well and I decided not to tell them, I was waiting for the right moment.

Even greater pain and sorrow came when my father died and my mother and I were left alone. I tried to behave because I saw that she couldn't stand it either, that she was suffering too, I wanted to at least know that I was happy, even though I wasn't! Theodore's mother kept in touch with me, although rarely, she offered me a job at their hotel in Varna, because we needed funds, because after my father died, things got even worse. Now I was working and studying at the same time, I was somehow able to do both. It was already the end of the last 4 years - 2012. GOD, if you know how much I prayed for the world to end, because I didn't even have the strength to end my life. Well, I finally finished, at least now I was just working. The summer of 2012 passed, we saved a lot, because my mother had moved to me in Varna, and only I worked. I could see that she was not mentally well after the loss of my father and I did not want her to do any work. New Year also passed at the end of January, when I heard from a colleague that the son (Theodore) of the bosses has returned to Bulgaria and will come to sea in London. I also knew, I just couldn't help but stay at their hotel, I knew we'd find each other

The stone in my heart weighed tons more, as if the past was coming back, as if I was going to throw myself on his neck and kiss him, and actually I wanted to do that, I had even forgotten about the stupidity that made us part. The day he came to the hotel I was on shift (I worked as a maid), I saw him by chance, when I was locking one of the rooms, he was going to his room, she was with her old friends again, when they saw each other, most of them ran and hugged me. We hadn't seen each other for several years, and he just passed me. To tell you the truth, I don't know how I didn't fall to the ground crying, I felt my legs sway, I felt dizzy, I felt that I would have fallen if these few people who were running towards me hadn't hugged me. For several days, every time we passed, I looked for his gaze, but he was icy, passing me by like a stranger. At least a week passed, I remember cleaning one of the rooms when he went inside, I turned around, I didn't think it could be him. He told me to sit on the bed, he sat next to me, he hugged me and I remember he said "I'm sorry for your father" he pressed me hard to himself. This time I couldn't stand it and just collapsed, I cried, I just couldn't stop. Everything had gathered around me, it had been there for several years. Apparently he didn't expect me to react like that, after a while, when I calmed down a bit, he touched on the topic for us. It's so ridiculous that just thinking about it now makes me angry about the years we've wasted. When we argued about that picture and I told him that this was the end ... he was far from that thought, but when he heard it from me he just decided that there was another, that I didn't love him anymore. And that's why he didn't look for me during those 2 and a half years in which we were separated. We had conversations for hours I remember, but the important thing now is that everything is clarified between us, that we are together, not to be so carefree, the pain has left its mark on me, but I am happy with him, with my mother - the people I love at most. The story was really made up, it just occurred to me, I hope you liked it if someone read it: