Christmas
decorations are starting to pop up in the shops. That must mean the end of the
year is close.
That
make me realize I didn’t write as many stories as I thought I was going to
write. I still have a few stories to write. But I guess with most of them I
thought they were too short.
I now
decided they do deserve a spot on my blog!
So here
is the first short one.
I think
this was the first boy that I called my boyfriend. I don’t remember where I met
him. It must have been while going out. I remember he had been good friends
with a classmate of mine. But I didn’t remember ever seeing him in those years.
Ok, now
I remember why I haven’t written this story yet. There is too much blur about
it. I’ve forgotten about some of the details. I’ll try my best to still make a
story out of it.
It was
in the year without internet on your mobile. So we started off with sending
each other a text every now and then. From the text we met each other again and
hitted it off. I could really tell by the end of the month when I got my phone
bill!
He was
such a kind boy!
I
remember going to his place. He lived with his mum. Oh my I was scared the
first time! Tried to be cool and totally relaxed. But I was shitting my pants. It
all went fine though. We had a cup of tea and a chat. Looked at his older
pictures with his friend, who was my classmate.
Then we
went up stairs to his room. He had a
huge aquarium in his room. I was impressed at that point. Later that night….not
so impressed (with the light and noise).
We spent quite some time chatting and watching movies. I didn’t mind watching crazy
scary movies because I had a good pair of arms around me to cover myself in.
Sometime later I
got sick. Like seriously really sick! I was so sick I couldn’t take care of
myself. I could hardly speak. I had to go to my parents to be taken care of.
After a few days we knew what was going on. I had glandular fever, also known
as the kissing disease. I was in such bad shape that they gave me morphine.
When I
had the results from the doctor I phoned my boyfriend and told him. He then got
cross with me, because of the chance that he had it too now as it is
contagious.
I tell you, I was happy when I found the tiny bit
of energy to put socks on. I was a mess, thats how sick I was. So I had no energy
for his worries. I stayed sick soo long and didn’t want him to see me like
that. When I got a bit better I had plenty of time to think about it and
decided it didn’t want to be his girlfriend. So that was that!
