Twice Told Story

She

It was a quiet afternoon when I met him. His black eyes made me feel intimidated. His soft but strong voice shook me. His beautiful smile made me fall in love with him. But I was a child girl and I was afraid of my feelings. A fifteen-year old girl with a lot of dolls discovering a new world. My new friends were different from those I used to have. Moving to a new neighborhood had its advantages. One of them was knowing handsome but silly boys. He was the difference.

I didn’t know how to give a kiss. My friends suspected it so they started to talk about their first kisses, how to do it and how it feels. I listened to them carefully buy I was still afraid. He used to visit our street at nights when we were sitting down in front of our houses. I was waiting for him, of course but I did not demonstrate it. I was rather indifferent to him because I can not looking at him directly to his eyes. When I felt him too close to me I decided move myself far of him. I trembled being at his side, my heart beat so fast that I could feel it in my head.

Once he found me alone far from my house. We talked for a long time and I could not hide my feelings. He got closer to me and he kissed me. Oh my God! I was so nervous but happy. I remembered every step my friends told me indirectly and I followed them. I felt on the moon and I liked it. He was my first time, my first love, my first mischief of love.

But nothing is perfect and before I told my friends, one of them told me she liked him and asked me for help to let him know it and I could not tell her the truth. He was already my boyfriend, officially, but she was my friend. What could I do? She knew everything but she thought I was a trickery so she was no my friend anymore.

One day I was talking with a gay friend and we were embraced. My handsome boy did not know my gay friend and when he saw us he thought I was being unfaithful. He got mad and angry with me and he went away. I could not clarify the situation. He went to the bakery and he met my ex-friend there. When I went to look for him she saw me and kissed him and he reciprocated her. My broken heart was crying. I could not believe what had happened. Then he tried to talk to me but I did no listen to him. I asked him go away and do not look for me anymore. And he did it.

Now , being a happily married woman I remember him with love, I remember him as my first love. He was my one and my only and I tried to look for him. I wonder how our lives would have been if nothing had happened and I tremble, my heart beats fast and I am afraid to see him again.

He

It was a wonderful afternoon and I knew something special was happening. It was so, I met her. She was a beautiful girl. She was new in the neighborhood and was making friends. Fortunately I arrived at time; she did not have a boyfriend. A pretty girl as she would not be single for much time. She looked so innocent and shy and I loved it. That was the kind of girl I was looking for, different to the other ones who were chasing me: interested and unfaithful, hungry of having “vacilones” with out any engagement. She was quite different and I know she was the girl of my life.

But conquered her was a difficult task. She was really difficult. I tried all of my tricks which worked with girls but they did not work with her. I used to visit her street every night in order to see her but she was elusive and when I got a little bit closer to her she moved away from me. She did not look at me. So I thought I was no interesting for her. I “throw my towel” if did not like to her it was nothing to do. But one day the destiny turned the luck to my side and I found her far from her street and alone, with no friends who could interfere between us.

I invited her to a soda and started to talk to her. She was elusive again and was too difficult to get her to the bakery but I got it. We started to talk and with every word going out from her mouth I felt I was more fell in love with her. Her sweet voice went into my ears and dart into my heart. I took her and got closer to her. She did not move. It was a great sign. We continue talking and then I decided. I was going to kiss her. But I was nervous. Finally I did it. I kissed her and she kissed me too. It was the most wonderful moment of my life. I can still feel her sweet lips on mine. I asked being my girlfriend and at first she tried to avoid me but then she accepted. I felt the happiest and luckiest boy on the Earth.

Everything was going on wonderful. One of her friends let the group and they did not talk anymore. I ignore what had happened among them but I did not care about it she was my girlfriend and I was proud of being with her.

One day I was going to her house when suddenly I saw her embraced with another man. I felt my world was going down. The ground where I was standing opened under my feet. She was no different as I supposed. She was the same to the other girls I knew. My broken heart did not let ask for any explanation. I could not claim or say to her anything. I went away. I got to the bakery sad and collapsed. I could not believe what my eyes had seen. In that place was her ex-friend and she sat down next to me I was so sad and confused that I did not know when she kissed me and I did nothing. I could not notice my princess was looking at us. I knew it when I saw her evil friend smiling at her. I tried to explain her everything and say to her she was wrong and that it was a mistake. In that moment I understood that what I had seen before would be different as I thought. She did not listen to me. She ran away to her house and did not go out. I phoned her but she did not answer my calls. I sent her flowers and chocolates but she threw them to me through her window. Her broken heart and her pride were heavier than our love. She told me she did not love me anymore and asked me do not look for her anymore and I did it. She was my one and my only and now, even when I am a happily married man I remember her with love and I think about how life could have been if nothing of that had happened. I have tried to look for her but I am afraid to feel that intense love I felt when I was fourteen.