The one I'll always remember
This is a story about a man I’ll always love and treasure. Even though he’s not present in my life anymore, he will remain the best thing that has ever happened to me. It was hard for me to cope with the idea of losing him, but sometimes, his memory is always alive. Sometimes I can swear we’re still together in the places we used to roam around, that he’s still by my side one way or another.
It was a beautiful and warm fall a few years ago. I was walking in the park by myself to enjoy some sun. At some point, I got blinded by the sun and I got knocked out by a guy that was coming from the opposite side. I fell on a pile of leaves and oh boy, I was angry! The dude was apologizing continuosly and lent me a hand. I stared at his face for a moment and I said out loud “at least he’s cute”. He pulled me out of the pile and laughed. “You’re the first woman that actually said I’m cute after I knocked her out”. I was so, so embarrased.
He apologized and asked me if I’d like to solve the case of the “brutal KO” at a cup of coffee. I agreed and he bought two large coffees, afterwards we sat on a bench. We talked and laughed a lot. It was weird but yet, I felt like I knew him for decades. Time passed and it was already night. I had to go home because my parents were worried. We exchanged phone numbers because he didn’t “want to lose the oportunity of walking into me ever again”.
We started dating after a week from the “incident”. Everything was going pretty well with us. We were feeling very comfortable with eachother, we could talk about anything and god, he was such a good kisser! I actually started to believe he was THE ONE. At our one year aniversary, I introduced him to my parents. They were thrilled to meet him. They adored him! But, disaster stroke after another few months… We were at the dinner table when suddenly, he passed out. We called an ambulance right away and shortly, two doctors came and took him to the hospital.
I couldn’t believe what just happened and the worst thing was, nobody was giving me answers. I was desperate to know he was fine. Soon, I found out what’s happening… He had cancer… My heart broke into pieces… And there was nothing else to do for him. It was too late. He just had a few more months to live…
He died 11 weeks later. I was there by his side. I held him in my arms for the last time and he passed away. Even to this day, I still remember the catatonic state in which his soul was held hostage. I’ve been thinking about him for years now. He was an amazing person and he will never be forgotten. Rest in peace, my dear!
It was a beautiful and warm fall a few years ago. I was walking in the park by myself to enjoy some sun. At some point, I got blinded by the sun and I got knocked out by a guy that was coming from the opposite side. I fell on a pile of leaves and oh boy, I was angry! The dude was apologizing continuosly and lent me a hand. I stared at his face for a moment and I said out loud “at least he’s cute”. He pulled me out of the pile and laughed. “You’re the first woman that actually said I’m cute after I knocked her out”. I was so, so embarrased.
He apologized and asked me if I’d like to solve the case of the “brutal KO” at a cup of coffee. I agreed and he bought two large coffees, afterwards we sat on a bench. We talked and laughed a lot. It was weird but yet, I felt like I knew him for decades. Time passed and it was already night. I had to go home because my parents were worried. We exchanged phone numbers because he didn’t “want to lose the oportunity of walking into me ever again”.
We started dating after a week from the “incident”. Everything was going pretty well with us. We were feeling very comfortable with eachother, we could talk about anything and god, he was such a good kisser! I actually started to believe he was THE ONE. At our one year aniversary, I introduced him to my parents. They were thrilled to meet him. They adored him! But, disaster stroke after another few months… We were at the dinner table when suddenly, he passed out. We called an ambulance right away and shortly, two doctors came and took him to the hospital.
I couldn’t believe what just happened and the worst thing was, nobody was giving me answers. I was desperate to know he was fine. Soon, I found out what’s happening… He had cancer… My heart broke into pieces… And there was nothing else to do for him. It was too late. He just had a few more months to live…
He died 11 weeks later. I was there by his side. I held him in my arms for the last time and he passed away. Even to this day, I still remember the catatonic state in which his soul was held hostage. I’ve been thinking about him for years now. He was an amazing person and he will never be forgotten. Rest in peace, my dear!
10年前
