It's wonderful how quickly time passes. It seems to me that just yesterday I was a sixteen-year-old girl, staring at a high school basketball star and dreaming of him looking at me. Today, I'm already a twenty-five-year-old woman with a painful first love with someone I admired.
I do not hide the fact that I still think about him, I wonder if he is okay, has his condition improved?
The last time I saw him was that day in the psychiatric hospital, when I decided I would never visit him again.
Is there a chance that he forgot about me?
I'm following a flowery meadow, savoring the beautiful weather. It's Sunday, and starting tomorrow, I begin a two-week vacation, enjoying the freedom.
I like my job, I'm lucky that after my internship I was able to stay in such a good company, where I receive a high salary every month, but like any human being — I need a rest.
In my professional life I am successful, it is worse in my private life. In matters of the heart ... I am a zero. My relationship with the head of the department didn't even begin, because we understood in advance that we were completely unsuitable for each other. He was for me... too boring? Not that I required sensations from someone twenty-four hours a day, but there was no chemistry between us. After all, that's important in any relationship, right? When routine sets in, love quickly burns out, and then both parties look for adventures on the side.
This is my opinion, and not everyone has to nod in agreement with me. I look at my friends who have a wonderful daughter, and although they have been together for many years, they seem pleased because they are soul mates.
It's unthinkable for an unmarried woman to have a child, but Eve isn't concerned about other people's opinions and said that they live well in partnership. Both don't want to get married because their love is enough to last the rest of their lives. They don't need it on paper, and I share their opinion.
Everyone is entitled to their opinion and decision. Nothing by force.
My friend is a tough grandmother, and I am very proud of her. Despite being a mother of a four-year-old girl, she is fulfilling her dreams. She enjoyed riding her guy's motorcycle so much that she now participates in races. I cheer her on every time I get the chance. Occasionally, I even open the event, feeling amazing at the time.
I like my life, but for complete happiness, I require someone by my side who will make me finally be able to admit that everything I dreamed of has come true.
I can't hide the fact that I'm still counting on it to be my first love, which I can't forget...