Dear Diary,
Today I will reveal you a secret that I have not told anyone yet. Everything happened three years ago.
I met him at a school party during autumn. He was tall, black-haired, and his eyes were burning. I caught him looking carefully at me through that dense crowd of the hall. He seemed so fun and happy, then I smiled and walked out being so excited. After more than 5 minutes, I rejoined to the hall where everyone was dancing under slow music and suddenly someone patted my shoulder as a sign of invitation, it was an invitation to waltz.
I was a little proud, but I accepted that long-awaited invitation that destroyed the barriers between us. This way our commonplace conversation began, meaningless, but unimaginable.
The pride appeared at the wrong time. The next day I received a message from him, to which I did not answer. Although he often greeted me at school, I tried to treat him with indifference for one reason: fear, fear of what I felt for him . Then he wrote me again, to which I did not answer this time either, and just when he wrote me for the 3rd time I decided to replay him, because his permanent insistence struck me. I thought he was a smart boy, with feet on the ground and a little proud, otherwise I did not even notice him.
We started to go to school together. The road seemed to be so short, time spent with him turning me into a lifeless snail which was trying to walk as slowly than ever.
I remember our first kiss, followed by many others, some simple, some more sophisticated. Time passed, and we noticed that we get cold to each other.
Then I decided to leave him saying that I do not have feelings for him anymore, although inside a civil war was taking place. I still loved it, but I chose to say "goodbye" first and do not be humiliated. I put the point where there should be just a comma and a sincere regret.
Two months ago I saw him again, he had the same burning look, as though nothing had changed except the present.
Last edited by lambada_ (2018-06-09 22:14:52)
