In the memory of the good times

Posted on November 6, 2013

It was a windy day of September. I was sitting in math class doing some exercises. Nothing was interesting, not even math. 🙂

I heard a knock on the door. I looked up and this lady walked in. She was wearing tight jeans, an orange blouse and a matching jeans jacket. I can’t recall the shoes, wasn’t interested in that. She walked in with a faint smile, you could see she was embarrassed. She was late. She casually sat down, her hair falling on her back like the autumn leaves find their place on the cold ground. Of course I couldn’t do any math for the rest of the day.

For a couple of weeks I didn’t know what to do. I was pretty new to the ladies game. I remember how I’d finish the exercises the teacher set before the deadline and she’d come to check my answers. I couldn’t even look at her, I was pretending I was talking to the person next to me. I’m surprised I’m even writing this as I feel I’m letting my ego down. Well, my ego is so big this won’t affect it. 🙂

So one day as I was saying good bye to my friend I saw her walking to the train station. Right, sweaty hands and a heart the size of an iceberg I decided to introduce myself, with a half a mouth and looking down. -_-

I had found out she was older than me and also Hungarian. Why do bad things happen to good people? Or why do good things happen to bad people? I haven’t decided yet. So I added her on skype and after 1-2 weeks we starting dating.

Everything was amazing while it lasted. I learned a lot of things you should and shouldn’t do. I also learned a lot of things you shouldn’t do but do them anyway because your name is Alex and you’re stubborn. 2 years and a bit down the road I get to say : Happy birthday!