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I'm a sad bird with a soft beak key on the stone looking for water just like humans and birds favorites seek when they leave. Maybe from the beginning it was like in the picture on the cover - two high school students who enjoy each other and think that no one sees it. The road from the settlement of Zarkovo to the First Economic in the eighties and conversations about grades, friends, matches, strange hairstyles and clothes we laugh about today ... Stolen moments because it's so nice to laugh together ... And so until the third year of high school, together when "threesomes" are celebrated in street basketball in the area, or school successes, together and when it gets stuck somewhere ... And then, from friendship, intimacy is born, and intimacy means what maybe everyone around and assumed was on the verge - love.I remember my first love and that summer in the neighborhood. I also remember the basketball courts where he won threesomes and me. I remember where we girls stood and what we talked about. I remember everything. Yes, just about everything, because love defines a woman "And the first and the second and every next, and especially when the last is like the first.
Many high school relationships end with the last school bell. They usually do not end because we are unhappy or because we want to, but because it is more practical. Because of relocation and great distance, in some countries because of going to the army, disapproval of parents, understanding that we have become different. When that feeling of incompleteness remains, then the question arises as to what would have happened if we had not separated. We were the most beautiful couple in economics school. But as the year drew to a close, it was clear that our love would not last. We broke up because Dragan said he didn't love me. I ran crying, determined never to meet him again. He repented the moment he said it. I called her for days, but she didn't want to answer. He thought he hated her and stopped calling. Fifteen years later, the graduation anniversary was to be celebrated. He searched on Facebook and asked if he would go. When he saw her pictures, everything started coming back to him. They talked for a long time and realized that they never wanted to separate again.