I have already spoken here about the first time I met love. I met it far from my home and the city where I live. It was love at first sight, but I had to go back home to my parents, so I moved away without the hope of seeing him again.
When I arrived home, my mother looked at me and told me that I had something strange, that I looked different. without being able to hide it, I confessed that I had fallen in love, but that it would soon pass, I told her coldly, as if love were a fever that passes with the days. I was young and the pride of youth has no limits.
Three months went by in which I felt that a part of me was missing, as if I had left a piece of my heart and my mind trapped in some unknown corner or place. After those three months, a friend called me and told me to come to her house because she had a surprise for me. I remember that I told her that I would go in the evening but that I would be with her for an hour because I had to do some unfinished university work. When I arrived at my friend's house, my heart skipped a beat in my chest: there he was, the guy I had fallen in love with, waiting for me.
After the respective greetings, he told me that he had traveled for 6 hours, from his city to mine, because he missed me. So he told me and I couldn't be happier with those words. Then he told me to take a ride in his car and when I was about to tell him that I could not, he said to me:
_I have something very important to tell you.
We got in the car and started driving around. As we drove around the city, we talked about him and me, about everything. I don't know how many laps we drove around, but by the time I saw the clock it was very late. I asked him to take me home and he did. When he arrived in front of my house, he turned off the car and said to me in a low voice:
_I would like you to be my girlfriend.
I said yes and we kissed.
I didn't know what to say. The words caught in my throat. That Yes that he wanted me to say to him didn't come out. I just said:
_Marry me time? Remember I'm studying. I can't drop out of school and go with you. I'm in the middle of my degree and my parents have made an immense effort to pay for my studies.....
To everything I said, he looked for a solution. For example, that I would continue studying in his city, that I could take a career similar to the one I was studying here and that I could come to visit my parents whenever I wanted.
In the end, I told him:
_Give me time, please. Let me graduate and then we'll see. It's too soon now. I only ask you to wait a little longer.
After that, there was a terrible silence, one of those infinite silences, as if every second weighed a tonne.Without looking at me, he just said an OK, dry, blunt, that hurt.
He started the car, drove me home in silence and, when I was about to get out of the car, I tried to kiss him, but he rejected me. I said to him:
_You are breaking my heart.
He looked at me straight ahead and his eyes were dark and glassy, but they expressed bitterness:
_That's fine, at that he looked at the clock, because it's exactly one hour since my heart has been broken.
Then he said goodbye, started the car and didn't come back to look for me.
