M. fell in love with me during first year of high school, in 1984/85. We were in a same class and, as usual for me then, I didn`t noticed her meaningfull staring at me, and secret smiles she gave me here and there. Then she told her best friend what she felt and in less than hour whole class was after me. I was confused, what, who, what are they talking about, then I looked at her and saw a truth in her eyes. But all this publicity bothered me, I was shy and insecure on myself and I ignored her. No matter what she tried I remained uninterested. It was almost the end of the school year, a lot of other things to think about and all that noise calmed down.
It was around June 20th, the school was over, I was sitting in my room listening radio. There was that song playing, a real hit of that summer and suddenly I have found myself calling her. We spoke for some time, made arrangements for a date… It was so nice, I felt nice. Sweet little M. :happy:
About two weeks later she went with her parents to a summer holiday, I went to Croatia to visit my grandma and spent there next 6 weeks. On returning back to Belgrade nothing felt as it was before. I felt different. Also, after so many days I thought she has probably forgotten me, so why to bother. Right? How wrong I was.
September 1st, new school year, and she wasn`t there, I have heard two girls mentioning her, saying that she changed school. Well, it was OK for me, anyway. But, the same evening, on my way out of school I saw her standing there, waiting for me. I was surprised and… I don`t know why, I pretended not to see her, just passing by to my bus station. Next evening she was there again. And again. Every single evening of that week she waited there just to see me, hoping that I will come to her…. but I never did. Then she disappeared.
Next time I saw her was in 1988, at the end of the 4th year of high school. The whole class was in Dubrovnik, Croatia on some excursion. I saw her one evening, walking down the street with her boyfriend, holding hand in hand, laughing. Sweet little M. was beautiful. We passed by each other and I don`t think she noticed me, but then again, I couldn`t be sure. Maybe I just got what I deserved.
I have never seen her again or heard anything about her. And I wouldn`t probably write this but I have heard that damned song again…..
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