Our Story

Chapter 1: Begining

"So, it's time.. we're set to go..." I think. I can't believe it's coming true, it's been... like seven years since i said those words to him on that corner. I was innocently decreeing something I had never dared to dream of, until I met him of course.

"Babe, ready to go?" he smiles at me. He isn't nervous, or he doesn't seem to be. He has this characteristic way of 'delayed feeling' sometimes. Okay, he actually feels the things at the exact time he's supposed to, but he weighs on them way later. You could say realization hits hard to him after everything has already passed.

He takes my hand, kisses me and gives me that confident smile again, the one he has when he feels at ease, when he knows everything is going to be alright. The one that makes me realize I can do everything. I beam back at him and nod. We're going on stage now, and I know it's going to be great... because we're together.

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Seven years later...

"UGH! I am going to have the best summer of my life" I stretched my arms as I talked to my best friend "and single I must say" I added. It was already middle of January, 2011, I lived in Mar del Plata, a beautiful coast city in Argentina.

"Yeah! You should seize the opportunity" Lore answered "Have fun! Live life and enjoy!" she added while rising her bottle of water as a champagne glass. She's one of the most optimistic yet realistic people I know. She could pass as the most carefree person but still be grounded and shout the truth right on your bare face.

We were at a small private beach resort where we and some other friends rented an umbrella near the pool. It was a very hot summer day. She had been in the most weird and dangerous situation earlier that day, where she had been chased by a freak with a knife on the streets while living her apartment building. She lived almost on the outskirts of the city and had a small wasteland near her home, from where the man appeared from. Fortunately, she could see that weirdo from a block distance when he took the knife. She run the opposite way cursing him and screaming at him, until she got on the bus. Now, she was here relaxing with me at the pool. I remember it thought she was the epitome of 'Carpe Diem'. I still think so.

I have known her since day one at Uni, she can be the most approachable person to meet if you're struggling while being new in a place, even though she's two years younger than me. She has been by my side while I met my first boyfriend, when I broke with him, when I came back, when he broke up with me again, and yet a third time of back and forth until we definitely – and fortunately would say a month later – broke up for good. She was also there when I had that huge fight with my mum, when my nana passed away, when my grandpa also passed.

You see, Year 2010 had not started in a good way for me, even though I had come back with my ex for the third time. My grandma was very sick, she had alzheimer's and my grandpa blatter cancer. They were in their eighties and my mum was taking care of them both. She was mentally sick with anxiety and depression, and she kind of took it against me. When I came back with 'he who must not be named' (copyright to JK Rowling LOL) she exploded, started mistreating me and ended up calling him, threatened him and then calling me at work to tell me everything and kicked me out of the house.  She can't remember most of the situation now, and even though the 'event' changed our whole relationship, and I know sometimes she can't understand quite well why, I still love her and comprehend what she went through. But it took years of therapy to understand and separate her situation from the mistreating. Later that January my nana passed away it was devastating. In March I broke up with my on an off only ex. Well, he broke up with me for good. Funny thing one week earlier I wanted to dump him because it was sort of an emotionally toxic relationship and I needed to focus on myself and not a third party's problem (like his friend's or sister's issues) and he couldn't give that to me. And when he dumped me first, I don't know, but I feel sorry for myself when I think back. I was so 'Please don't leave me alone, I have nobody' blah, blah. Now I know it was difficult for him too and I forgive him, but gee, how I hated him at that time. In July mi grandpa died, because he stopped taking care of his health after granda died. I always thought he sort of felt guilty, because he had not been the best husband or father.

Fortunately, second half of the year went increasingly better. On August I traveled to Villa La Angostura, in the south, my first plane trip (and alone!), and I went to visit some friends there. The took me snowboarding! And in November I met the love of my life. The first one, not my now (spoiler alert) husband of course. Paul McCartney, The Beatle. I went to see his show at River Plate Stadium in Buenos Aires. That was one of the best days of my entire life I must say. But even then I would have never imagined what was going to happen next years to come.

So back in January 2011, I did enjoy myself as Lore told me. I went out with my coworkers and danced a lot. Had a lot of fun, even though I don't drink and I wasn't looking for romance. I did like this coworker of mine but he friendzoned me and wanted to set me up with his best friend. I didn't like him in that way but he was very cool to hang out and so we did, we mostly drank coffees and played pool. The guy was a a good person, he loved anime as I did and music, and had a motorbike. He seemed interested in me but I tried hard to set boundaries. I have this personality treat of being witty and sarcastic and some people would think of it as being flirty. But I'm not. When I flirt, you can realize that. Though some people can be really dense... you will see.

Okay, I should make a stop here. Because it was already February 1st and that was the day I sort of met him. The second love of my life.