February the 26th, 2011. 

The first time we kissed, it was nothing awesome. Doesn’t mean that I didn’t like it; but it was just not one of a kind.

I wasn’t in love with him, yet.

We talked a lot, that’s true, and I liked very much to talk with him, because he was really different from the others, and I was nervous and exited every single time. It was nice. But that suddenly finished. For ever. He even stopped coming at school breaks, stopped going out. And I was beginning to like him more and more. My grades got worst. He passed a lot on me. Then we met again, June, 2011. It was flawless. Well, now that I go back in time I think that maybe it was not as I used to think it had been. But it was kinda special, anyway. We arranged to meet again and, on the last minute, he said no. It broke my heart. He broke my heart for the very first time. My solution was to meet other guy and it sure dind’t make any good. I spent my first month of summer thinking of him. The second one I met new people and that was fun. 

September, 2011.

I had just come back from a trip with some friends. Seven intense days partying, drinking, hanging out all night long, doing stupid things and going mad. He called me at the end of the night, alfter all the summer without any news. I thought that I had already forgot about him.

I didn’t.

The next week I was calling him. And it all began again.

February the 25th, 2012.

We spent together four hours. I can’t describe it without feeling stupid and corny, or tawdry, or whatever. It was amazing. The kind of situations in which your breathing stops and your heart runs at 1000 and it’s all beautiful. Ok, maybe I’m exaggerating a little. But it was sweet, like never before. I couldn’t recognize him. We fitted so well.It was perfect. He said that he was feeling so good and comfortable. I couldn’t do anything but smile. 

Because when you hear the songs saying: ”silences that mean everything…” you think it’s only poetry stuff.

But it’s so beautiful when it’s true.

And though he passes on me, he can make me feel like anyone can. So I suppose I’m not brave enough to end this up.