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– If you're going to go back with another girl from there, you better not go back! I said hugging him before leaving. He was going to a summer camp in Germany for a month. We said goodbye with the typical “I'll miss you” and “it'll pass quickly”, but also with his amused answer to my reply: “How can I go back with another girl?!”.
I was 17 years old and didn't know much. Before him, he was my first love, the boy all the girls idolized in grade school. All except my best friend. That's probably why we became best friends. Honestly, I couldn't have managed that time without her – sneaking out of the house at night, walking hand in hand and endless kisses, talking about a future that I thought was safe. After entering different high schools, however, we broke up. I was helped by my friends, who dragged me to a barbecue organized by another class, so that I could shake off my mood. I didn't like those people at all, but I didn't resist either.
There I met Răzvan, who decided to make a “good” first impression: he threw my phone in the sand, so that I could be more present. He wore glasses and had a funny face, with a permanent smile. He was shorter than me. I couldn't take him too seriously – he was trying too hard to be the center of attention – so I wasn't even mad when I realized he'd broken my phone.
I knew him vaguely from high school. She was with a classmate, whom she visited during breaks. However, he had come alone to the barbecue and did not hesitate to question me. He was asking me all kinds of questions that made me find him really annoying. I found out that he had moved to Eforie, my hometown, and that he hadn't made friends with anyone there. Kindly, I said I'd introduce him to my group. A few days later, he sought me out to go for a bike ride. I just promised to support her, right? That's how we started some daily walks that, over time, became almost ritualistic. We met at the same starting point and always parted in front of my gate. We talked a lot and about everything – from medicine to music to distant dreams – and that fascinated me. How could I find so many topics to talk about?
He seemed too clever to me, and I was frightened by all his opinions spoken with such certainty. We walked around for hours motivating each other to exercise, but we both knew that wasn't the point. We found the most circuitous routes to get home as late as possible, and even then we seemed to arrive too quickly and didn't finish what we had to say. I would tell him about my previous relationship and how much I had suffered, waiting impatiently for him to show signs of jealousy or at least put a bandage on the wound I was showing him, but he never played into my game. He was calm and gave me advice. Just like a guy in a stable relationship, as he was supposed to be.
Until one evening, when he surprised me by casually telling me that he broke up with his girlfriend. Then I became even more confused. He assured me that it was OK and that their relationship wasn't going well anyway, although until then he hadn't really talked to me about it. As if anything goes well at 17, when you can barely choose which sneakers to wear today, let alone between two girls.
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Article written by Patricia Drumeș
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