Me & my boyfriend

Much later I asked my boyfriend why he wanted to be with me and not Lumideea. Especially since Lumideea was so beautiful and had such an attractive and interesting character. (And no, she wasn't blonde, I might add. And I emphasize. 🙂 ) His response was not what you wanted to hear:

- Because you are delicate and fragile! (Me, in my mind: yes, exactly, fragile as a bomb!)

Honestly, this wasn't the outcome I had expected when she decided to ask him what was up between them - I expected them to be together.

Opening a parenthesis again, as I said, I knew my lover beforehand. (I wasn't her teacher, I specify and underline to avoid confusion.) The second time we met was at an event in Kronstadt. [Also at that time I also met a local MC who has remained dear to me - and no, it's not about MiXXL - I have no affinity with him, as I said] We were smoking in the hallway, and for a few moments we met the looks, and at that moment I had the certainty that we would be together. But shortly after that face-to-face moment, I saw him with another girl. I found out later that he had been taken over by her, who had insisted a lot on his side, dragged him everywhere, introduced him to everyone, so that he, in the end, explained to her that he didn't feel anything for her. Meanwhile, another boy was introduced to me. I leave aside any literary artifices and go straight to the end: we had arranged to go out together the next day, he was supposed to call me. I waited for his call in vain. I later learned that he had been retained by the same girl, who had quickly consoled herself with her new conquest - I don't know if they met all arranged. (They didn't end up together, you're probably curious.)

In the moments when the idyll between me and my boyfriend started to take shape, we met her at an event. He came to talk to him and I let him work out his problems. I never wanted to stand in the way of anyone's happiness, to hold someone close to me by force. If he's going to leave, he'll do it sooner or later anyway. From my point of view, everyone has the right to clarify their doubts and feelings with anyone. It is better to know the truth, and especially to be answered honestly, than to live with an illusion or a question mark.

From my point of view, anyone is allowed to fall in love with whoever they want, because love comes as she wants anyway, not as you want it, and it doesn't take into account many of the false social conventions - and as long as the person didn't make any gestures thoughtless [as my stalkers did - oops sorry couldn't help it], give it a rest! and peace!

But, that one didn't have me in his heart at all when he realized that there was something between us. She even created an image for me of a couple breaker in her close circles - forgetting that she was the one who got between us.

We didn't want to make our relationship public, we didn't want to hurt anyone, because there were others who could be hurt easily. I was just at the beginning, I had no expectations. Even though everyone hopes that a relationship that begins will end with an ever-after, the signs are not always favorable and it is better to end in time than to shed tears after. However, in time it was found out - we allowed ourselves to be seen together - with the price of rigor, thousands of sharp glances, gossip and gossip.

On the way to the next restaurant, after receiving the desired answer, the one to the question about her last relationship, finding out what Ruxi and Bob talked about, Ariadna started debating the topic:

- Is it normal to tell someone your feelings?

I answered:

- It is not socially accepted, although it should be.

She managed to slip in a series of ambiguous statements from her allusive repertoire:

- I give hope to the boys!

I kept looking at her and didn't understand what she was trying to say.

A few months later, she started writing on FB: "before f***ing her, make sure she doesn't have recurring trauma"... I don't know why, but I made the association with the confessions I made to her. I wanted to help her as well, as I did with the other one, and I presented my vulnerabilities, let's show solidarity!!! Great stupidity! Me too, my ass. Not me, don't count on me, better.