Chapter 2
We went to Skopje with our friends. We were in a disco. Furthermore, we danced, we celebrated Laura's birthday, everyone likes a bit of fun, right? We couldn't stop laughing at Laura's nonsense.
I turned for a second and saw a guy that doesn't take his eyes off me. He's smiling at me like he just won the lottery. He looked like the happiest man in the world.
I started playing his game and continued to watch him. I watched him until I challenged him to come to talk to me. He told me his name was Mateo. He had green eyes that sparkled and a smile that could make anyone fall in love.
We exchanged FB and Instagram and the conversation continued in the following days. I was surprised at how similar we are and even like the same things. Until now, I have never met someone so similar to me. My soul mate, maybe?
Days passed and the desire to be near him grew more and more. Every weekend I went to Skopje to see him. Weekends near him seem to be my favorite. Everything was perfect. Too good to be true.
I had a bad feeling, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I ignored it, like I ignore those scammers who ring to sell you stuff.
He cooled overnight. He stopped calling me and texting me. If I asked where he had been all day, he would start ranting and arguing.
I spent the whole week trying to defuse the situation and figure out what the hell was going on with him. What did I do to him? Where did I go wrong? Did I hurt him? I didn't find an answer.
Little by little, he walked away from me.
We were far away, that was a problem for him, he couldn't do it like this anymore…
Where did this come from now?
It changed 180 degrees in an instant. It was like I was talking to a complete stranger. As if I bored him. It was a long way, man! We are talking about 170 kilometers. Only 2 hours by car, for God's sake! It's not that I live in America.
I decided to respect his decision, so I stopped writing to him.
Two weeks filled with sadness have passed. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't help thinking about it.
He had latched onto me so tightly, like a tick on my skin, thinking of him made me feel like my skin was tearing apart.
And I know I shouldn't think about it anymore.
I know the best thing to do is to delete you from my thoughts, but the delete button doesn't work anymore.
I tried not to shed a tear, but the valve was busted. I cried until my insides dried up. It turned into a desert.
Can someone come and erase his fingerprints from me? Is there any surgery? Something, for God's sake! Whatever!
There is nothing left to do.
Eventually, I came to live in Skopje, if only he had waited 2 weeks before pushing me away.
Maybe he wasn't my soulmate after all. I idealized him so much that I was unable to perceive reality. Now that I finally see the reality…
I know he deserves neither a greeting nor a last word…
Not even a goodbye…
Disclaimer:
The stories are seasoned with a lot of drama, and the characters are fictional because the drama starts when logic ends. ☺
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