PROLOGUE
There was a time in my life when any girl that smiled at me, would seem to me as my potential girlfriend. Of Course, I am glad to tell you that that stage has passed and now, whenever I look back at my teenage days, there is only one person that I remember as clearly as if she was by my side, only yesterday. She was an important part of my life and I will never be able to forget her. She has been next to me when I needed her the most and I knew her for thirteen happy years. It would be an understatement to tell you that I love her.
I don’t remember much of the time when I was five years old so I am making up some of this part, however this is how I pictured it would have been. This is the time when OakView Apartments was just being made and I had come, with my parents to look at, what would be my future home. The place was full of wet cement and workers wearing the blue coats, and yellow caps or whatever they are called. My apartment was on the ninth floor and I know vaguely that the elevator seemed too new and scary to me. My parents had gone inside to have a look at the house and I was playing in the corridor. The opening of the elevator was really fascinating to me and I was too excited to know anything else. All I know is that I had successfully managed to reach the ground floor and I went to the playground to see a girl, of about my age, playing on the swing. Of Course at that time I did not know that she would be the person who would change me and make me the person I am today.
I would have loved to tell you that I went and became her friend and that our romantic story was a ‘love at first sight’ but unfortunately that was not the case. My Mom and Dad were shocked to find me missing and had come all the way to the playground, considering that was where they were likely to find me, and they took me home. I thought my parents would be happy they found me and would start showing their love to me very dramatically, but that was not the case. I remember going home, crying and locking myself up in the room, like I often used to when I wanted to be alone. After all, I was a guy and I didn’t like people to see me when I cried.
My first meeting with her might not have gone so well, but I was just five. I do not want to reveal any real names so let’s name her Sara.
