THE SWEETEST MEMORIES OF THE PAST
The strange knocking broke the silance of the room. I looked at the monitor of my computer - ICQ was functioning. Amelia was online. She has been waiting for me since she came home from her institute. She aknowledged me for sending her the link to "Geianeiya" but it was not the matter that made her write me.
She asked if I had already seen the video she had sent me in the morning. 'Yes', I answered, 'He's so pretty...'
'Do you still love him?' she asked.
'No', was the reply.
Unfortunatelly, it was a lie. A horrible and nasty lie. I loved him but could I say someone about it? No, it was impossible! I did not want anybody to know about it. I did not want to provoke derision.
'No, you do love him' Amelia wrote in the ICQ screen. 'Don't you believe your heart?'
I burst out laughing. Her words were like words of an actress in the theatre. Don't you believe your heart? I belived it but it was too difficult for me to recognize it.
I haven't ever seen Amelia in real life. We had been penfriends for about 7 years until I could attach the Internet to make our way of communicating easy. We used to tell each other our secrets. It was November, 19, the day of my birth, when I first told her about Max. I told her about some innovation in my collage then but she has already been on the alert. Since that time she used to ask about Max almost every day. She was interested in everything about him: friends, interests, preferences in music, books, sinema etc. and even about his studying.
'Has he got a girlfriend?' Amelia asked today. I knew she was a clever and relieble girl so I wasn't afraid of trusting her.
'Yes but he doesn't love her... As my sister says'.
Max was a tall and handsome young man, he was 19 and studied on his last year.
May has already been in its' end. Today was Wednesday and tommorow would be the last time I ever see him. I knew that I'll forget him as I sometimes forget about my homework when I think about him.
'You will not forget him' Amelia's words on the screen appealed. 'Won't forget! But forgive him'.
'Why?'
''Cause you love him'
That day I suddenly understood that if you love a boy who doesn't love you you should forgive him. Maybe I will not ever be happy without him, I said to myself, but I will find a man to marry and every time looking him in the armchair opposite I will appeal the sweetest memories of my past - the memory of forgiving the man I loved...
She asked if I had already seen the video she had sent me in the morning. 'Yes', I answered, 'He's so pretty...'
'Do you still love him?' she asked.
'No', was the reply.
Unfortunatelly, it was a lie. A horrible and nasty lie. I loved him but could I say someone about it? No, it was impossible! I did not want anybody to know about it. I did not want to provoke derision.
'No, you do love him' Amelia wrote in the ICQ screen. 'Don't you believe your heart?'
I burst out laughing. Her words were like words of an actress in the theatre. Don't you believe your heart? I belived it but it was too difficult for me to recognize it.
I haven't ever seen Amelia in real life. We had been penfriends for about 7 years until I could attach the Internet to make our way of communicating easy. We used to tell each other our secrets. It was November, 19, the day of my birth, when I first told her about Max. I told her about some innovation in my collage then but she has already been on the alert. Since that time she used to ask about Max almost every day. She was interested in everything about him: friends, interests, preferences in music, books, sinema etc. and even about his studying.
'Has he got a girlfriend?' Amelia asked today. I knew she was a clever and relieble girl so I wasn't afraid of trusting her.
'Yes but he doesn't love her... As my sister says'.
Max was a tall and handsome young man, he was 19 and studied on his last year.
May has already been in its' end. Today was Wednesday and tommorow would be the last time I ever see him. I knew that I'll forget him as I sometimes forget about my homework when I think about him.
'You will not forget him' Amelia's words on the screen appealed. 'Won't forget! But forgive him'.
'Why?'
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That day I suddenly understood that if you love a boy who doesn't love you you should forgive him. Maybe I will not ever be happy without him, I said to myself, but I will find a man to marry and every time looking him in the armchair opposite I will appeal the sweetest memories of my past - the memory of forgiving the man I loved...