Hi.
My name is Adrian Lacazette and this is the story of my first love.
I am currently 18 years old, but in order to fully understand my story we need to go back in time. Like a lot, exactly 18 years back to the time I was born.
I was born in a small town in the north of France. It's also wher my grandparents lived and still live. It's a charming town with some nice places to walk. Little lakes here and there and fields and so on. Generally a nice town. I lived there for about five years before my family and I had to move to the south of France due to my father finding a job there.
In my time there I made lots of friends, with some I lost contact after a while but regained it later on. Others moved and I never heard from them again.
Truth be told, I already knew my first love from all the way back then. She was one of my friends when I was little already.
We shared the same friend group and obviously, as a friend group did lots of things together. We went to a huge store that was close by, where you could eat breakfast and have lunch, or we went to a Chinese restaurant which we all loved.
And if I am being really honest, the person I love, was already a childhood crush of mine. Leonie.
Of course, I can't possibly explain why, but that's the way it is with childhood crushes right? But it wasn't something I was ashamed of and I also don't think that anyone ever thought that was the case. If I look back it may have been the way she was always laughing or her curly hair which reminded me of my mom's.
Anyways back to the topic.
Unfortunately, when I moved I lost contact with them rather quickly, we all know life moves fast and that isn't any different at a young age. It wasn't terrible of course, I made new friends that showed me new things and that are some of the most important people in my life now.
This of course means I also lost contact with Leonie. I didn't really mind, after all, I was a little kid, barely 5 years old, and I didn't know what was going on.
So Leonie and I didn't see each other for an entire decade, probably even more than that. The only thing I saw of her was a video of her getting baptized the same year as me. Some might be wondering why I never saw her or any of my friends when my grandparent live in the north, but it wasn't that simple. It's a long drive of over 700 kilometers (434 miles for all the Americans) and we could really only visit when he had long breaks from school. So when we went on vacation my former friends of course also went.
Anyways, we didn't see each other for a very long time, until the 50th anniversary of my grandparents came.
We were both 16 at that time.
They invited Leonie and her family, but it wasn't sure if they were going to show up because just a week prior her grandfather took his own life which was a traumatizing experience, especially for Leonie who, as I was told, already had some psychological issues.
But they showed up. I remember them walking in and her mother saw all the people and started crying. I was worried that they were going to leave again, after all, I kind of was looking forward to seeing Leonie again.
Then I saw Leonie and it was, nice. I don't know how I felt about seeing her again. I mean all my memories and emotions are kind of weird and messed up now because of what happened recently which I will be getting into later. I saw her and saw that she also didn't have any curls anymore which was kinda sad, to be honest, well she still looked very nice.
So as the evening went on we talked and we had fun together and in the group we had there. It was a very nice evening and we exchanged numbers and it also wasn't that long before we would meet again.
So this is where not just my but our story begins.
Author's Note:
I would like to know what u guys think about this kind of story telling and how easy or hard it is to understand what is going on. I still have issues with the timing and telling when, what is happening. I'm hoping for maybe some help from someone if something is horribly wrong.
Have a good day :]
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