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PART llDecember 2013Our first mееting took place at the entr..
🕑 Added 2024-12-14 17:47:44 +0000 UTC PART llDecember 2013Our first mееting took place at the entrance to the train station. Snow was falling softly, wrapping the city in a white blanket. I stood there, a little nervous, wearing my orange Nike Cortez sneakers, blue jeans, and a gray jacket. That was me—an 18-year-old freshman at an economics university, full of hopes but utterly ordinary dreams.I was cheerful, sociable, and painfully simple. Deep thoughts, unique perspectives—those weren’t about me. My goals were limited to what was expected of me: finish university, get a job, get married, have children. All my dreams were merely reflections of the stereotypes imposed by society. Yes, I was dreadfully banal.And then there was him. Older than me, handsome, with a perfect physique, mysterious, a little rough around the edges, and clearly unconventional. There was something deeper in his gaze than mere curiosity, and his demeanor had an effortless charm that made me feel special around him. I fell in love the moment I saw him.We went to the movies. The film “300 Spartans.” That moment left such a strong impression on me that I still keep the ticket as a reminder of our first mееting But that same evening, just when it felt like the world had flipped with happiness, he told me he already had a girlfriend. Though he quickly added, “But it’s complicated.” Those words struck a chord in me—as if my subconscious whispered that I could become someone important to him.He was the one who suggested mееting again.And then everything started spinning. My feelings overwhelmed me like a wave, washing away all reason. I lived in anticipation of our meetings, trembling at every touch, catching his gaze, and reading in it what I may have invented myself. He became everything to me.I was ready to do anything for him.But time is a merciless enemy of illusions.When the first stage of wild passion subsided, and the rose-colored glasses began to crack, we started seeing what we had hidden from each other.He saw that I was too simple, naive, and foolish. And I saw the cruelty that I had overlooked beneath his charming exterior.That was the moment we could call the beginning of the end.And let me say this right away: everything I will tell you next—I regret none of it.To be continued.
