There isn’t such a thing as perfect, but she was the closest thing to it.
Love At First Sight
I was young, to be exact 16. And she was the same age, ok, to be exact, she had few months on me. And you would think the few months she had on me would affect my potential, considering how women where i come from would notoriously avoid a younger lad.
Not the case with us.
I first had heard of her from my closest friends; whom were going crazy, just absolutely crazy. Talking day and night about this beautiful girl who was in Ethiopia on a vacation. Summer vacation.
Our house was like the hang-out spot. I wasn’t the type that had the luxury to stay at friends house, missing for hours and all that good stuff.
So the friends that i had would have to come to my spot. There, we would talk about the newest song by our favorite singer, watch music videos and just fantasize about some silly stuff, like the one time where i was going - “I would marry Monica in a heart-beat”. Just boys stuff.
Anyway, we first came in contact when i went visit my friends, who insisted to just walk by where she lived (as they always have done). And there she was. Soaking in the sun of that bright morning.
I had never met her, but she had heard of me, and vice-versa.
By this time, my friends had already befriended her and was in good terms (she would talk to them, and they will insist on taking her out to the clubs and as always she would say ‘maybe someday’). And that drove my friends absolutely nuts.
Here comes, first sight, first moment, first everything - and we felt what would later become ‘the greatest feeling two people could possibly have for one another at first sight’
Our Introduction
The moment we got introduced, i knew she was going to be mine. If you don’t understand it, you are not the only one. She had to be mine. But then again those initial feelings were based on the superficials. (Beautiful eyes, spectacular body and long jet-dark hair)
And after a brief moment, here comes the questions (where do you live? what grade are you in? how come i don’t see you around with your friends? I heard a lot about you. It is really nice to meet you) And my favorite - Do You Speak French?
I can still envision the look on my friend’s face. They looked stunned and let me add, rudely ignored.
You know, boys compete. And for a woman, let me say, they compete and try to impress.
With our first introduction came her first walk away from home and with the crew (us). On to the shopping center, to window shop of course. The whole time i am shy, she is not. she ask questions, i answer. She would try to walk next to me and i would find a way to fit a friend between us. I was just shy, super shy.
The weekend with her came to an end when lunch time got close and everyone had to go home.
i couldn’t see her during the weekdays as i was getting ready for the finals and i still had few weeks of the school year to go.
The Big Weekend After The Finals
Couldn’t wait to see her. And listening to my friends tell me that she was asking about me didn’t help either.
The night before i had sent her a message via my friends. Asking her if she would come to lunch to our house tomorrow and to put in the good words for me. Shoot, that’s what friends are for.
It worked. On Saturday at lunch time my spot it was. Lunch being had, and after that movies being watched, and while all along i was just awed by her. She was friendly, knew how to run the show, courteous to everyone at home, even active in taking part with our running around.
That after noon we kicked it at the local pastry house, and as the day was coming to an end we took a long walk to take her home.
The Moment
As we got closer to her house, my friends without my approval managed to leave us two walking together. And when she was a block away from her house, my friends told her good bye from distance while i was asking her if we could do this again sometime soon.
She agreed. I told her i will see her tomorrow and as i was leaving she asked me if there was not a kiss good night. And with that came - - -
My First Kiss
I have never felt a kiss so good ever since. She was the first one; the first one i prayed and talked to God to help me get; the first one that captured me at first sight; the first for everything that one can possibly feel for another.
See, i also happen to be the secretive type. All my friends wanted to know what happened and how did it go and if anything happened. I answered “nothing” with a shrug and went on home.
I felt like i was born just to meet her. Now that we have kissed, it was even harder to meet her the next day. I was not a Pro at all this.
I was confused, scared, excited and i also felt a sense of accomplishment. It was like scoring that first goal, and the celebration that comes with that first goal.
We Felt The Same
After that first kiss, i was scared. Scared in a sense that, if she really felt the way i felt about her. Did she want me as bad? Did kissing me meant to her what her kiss meant to me? Could she see me in her future? Or am i just her summer fling?
And when the next morning arrived; couldn’t eat, couldn’t drink, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything until i saw her.
Asked her if she ate breakfast, she said no. Told her breakfast is great at my house, and i would like her to join me for breakfast. And she did.
And here i am, with the most beautiful woman in the world, in our house, eating breakfast, and just talking endlessly. And i couldn’t have possibly have pictured or dreamed it any better.
She always seemed to be super-clean, beautiful scent that i can still smell at will, and she was so full of life that i enjoyed watching her more than talking to her.
Sometimes she would have a tongue-slip and would tell me something in French before she would catch herself. And here i was asking her what that meant, what this meant, and so on.
It was so magical - - So natural - - So unforced.
Two superb chemistries just jelling in perfect harmony. There is no description for how good it felt.
And without asking each other a single question of how we felt about each other, we were together and deeply in love.
THE Couple
She was THE girl, and i was THE guy, as for me in a sense that i was shy to date anyone. Definitely not the type to ask for a date. It just has to happen or else.
We became those couples that every one in town would talk about. You know there seem to be ’those couple’ in every corner of the world.
We were deeply in love, head-over-heels, within just a matter of few weeks.
We were the couple that everyone enjoyed to see and marvel at. That perfect picture. It felt good for others as much as it felt good to us, and what others thought of our relationship just cemented our belief that this was it.
The 2 Yeras I Will Never forget
Her vacation came close to an end. We were both confused and clueless as to what the future holds and how we would plan our future meetings.
After all, it would be another 9 months before she plans on coming back. Which made it even important for us to make every second of everyday count. Hugging, kissing, laying in bed, nad talking about how much we meant to each other.
In between kisses (long ones), She would teach me French, which i found to be the sexiest language in the world.
She would teach me sweet words and when i pronounce it correctly, she would reward me with a kiss.
And THE moment came when it was imminent for her to leave. We talked and planned our future. we promised to call and write as often as possible, and in due time we promised to commit to each other and to never forget this moment.
On the last night before she was to leave, it was tears, laughs, and finally a tough good bye. I hated my existence and i thought that was the end of the world.
She jumped in the cab, and i closed the door after her. She turned around and waved good bye while i stood there and felt helpless. My heart sank and i told myself that was it.
But that wasn’t it. She had phoned me to let me know she had made it safe, and told me she hadn’t had anything to eat and she felt weak and dizzy. I begged her to eat something, anything, though i could use my own advice.
Anyhow, we phoned each other a great deal and wrote to each other (what seemed like, every other day). Hundred’s of letters. Thousands in phone bills, which dorve my dad bonkers, to say the least.
Finally, i managed to one day go visit her for the weekend without my dad’s knowledge.
She was there to pick me up. We toured the city. she tried to be a great host, though i could care less where she took me so long as i could feel her touch and the constant I Love You’s Je’ Taime.
Our short weekend came to an end, and this time it was my turn to depart. I left for home, and found myself thinking of a lie to present to my dad as to my whereabouts during the past weekend.
She wished me luck in the ass-whooping that had awaited me, as she herself had been on the receiving end on numerous occasions.
The Stupid Separation
After, being in a passionate love of different proportions for two years, our relationship came to an end. No specific reason. No big reason.
After an argument one day, all of a sudden we decided not to talk for two weeks. Very unusual. At this time, we were living together. No, we weren’t married.
We had both come to the U.S. for our studies. We were spoiled brats whose families had prvided everything with a silver spoon.
When we got to the U.S., we both became home sick, didn’t particularly enjoy the hussle and bustle, and the hectic U.S. lifestyle.
With that in mind, after our argument she had threatened to go back home, and my teenager-self was full of pride and i told her to make true on her threat. And she did.
And with that, the lives of two people who walked perfect lives changed forever, literally.
She was everything i wanted in a woman.
Devoted, passionate, appreciative, humble, and extremely appealing to my eyes every morning.
Once she left for home we kept in contact and tried to undo what we have done. Her parents were not big on the idea of her leaving again, and iwas starting to carry on with my life.
I had promised her i would never forget her and i had no but with her. In the end, i started to grow both in age and inside, some due to the pain that i had to go through when we separated.
As a result, my fragile and soft self had turned into a grown man who can handle all the pain in the world.
she Is My Measurement Bar
As unfair as it seems to all the ex’s i have had so far, i have always used her as the measurement bar for love. It would be very hard to find a woman who would measure up to her, in a way a woman that would make me feel the way she had for so long and consistently.
Few have come close to it, and they all have had their strongest points and traits, but that’s why it is also hard to put into words those feelings. If i could describe them in words i wouldn’t be writing all of this mess. I would zero in on that magic word and you would go - Oh, I see.
It is hard to believe that almost a decade later that i would still have all those memories easily accessible in my head for me to enjoy.
We all want the best and sometimes the best can slip-through our hands, and you would think everything happens for a reson right? I am still curious to find the reason for our break-up, and that is really, if “everything happens for a reason”.
The only thing positive (or negative), that i got out of our relationship is, i have become very hard to impress.
If that makes any sense.
Something’s Are Just Never Meant To End, And If They Do, They Leave You With A Permanent Stamp
