day two - first love

since it felt so strange writing about him in german, I decided to do it in english. he. he was sixteen, I was fourteen. and he was just cool. I wanted to do the same things he did, which got me in lots of troubles actually. I'm pretty glad that I had people in this time that prevent me from leaving school and having my first tequila at eight in the morning instead. but he was sweet and we got along pretty well, we really klicked I think. but he had a girlfriend (surprise, surprise). I remember her, she was totally different. not only was she a pretty blonde girl, but she was also very good at school and ambitious and all. I never knew what he saw in her. they're not together anymore. but by now he has lost everything I found fascinating about him. Last time I saw him, he was just a drunk, fucked up kid and I didn't even think he was cute or whatever. but every time I ran into him now, I think about that time, when I was in love, and he wasn't sure, it was very intensive. at least for me though. I remember I got sick and had to stay in bed for a week. I had pain and all, but all I could think of was him, and that I wouldn't see him for a week. (we were in school together). I almost got depressed in that time. it was.. intense.