Just a Love Story

Primeiramente eu tenho que dizer que escrevi isso em um momento muito depressivo da minha vida e as influências de um autor inexperiente aparecem aqui e ali o tempo todo. Acho que foi um trabalho pro CNA, na época que eu estudava inglês. Diferente da maioria dos meus contos atuais, ela não se passa no O universo(um dia terá nome). Segundo detalhe é, como vocês já devem ter notado, está em inglês. kkkkkk. Se preciso, eu até traduzo, mas vai, façam uma força, não to afim de traduzir... :D

          It’s been a year. I tough high school would be cool, I tough I would have fun at parties, have many friends, and perhaps even get a girlfriend. I could imagine such happy moments with such nice friends, discovering the secrets of life, having the best adventure of my entire life. Illusions, that’s all it should be called.
          Some weeks ago, I was sitting in my chair, looking at all that people coming in for the first day of class, I got there early, so I saw everyone coming in, one by one, and it was then, that I saw you for the first time, long black hair, with those pretty green eyes, holding such a beautiful smile. My glance at you was soon responded with our eyes meeting as you sat in front of me. For the rest of the day, my eyes couldn’t focus on anything apart from you. Every breath I took was filled with your perfume. For the first time in my life, I’ve felt a perfume as amusing as this one. What I felt that day, that perfume, it was love, and I never tough this love would hurt me so much as it did.
          I didn’t have many friends, actually I didn’t really had any friends. I only had my drunk father. My mother died of cancer when I was 11. After that, my father would drink every day, and every single day was as lonely as the last one, until I met you.
We started to talk quite often about all kinds of things, you would always talk to me about anything that happened with you and your younger brother, about your life, about mine, and how I should stop smoking. One day you decided we should go to this event in our town, watch the fireworks. I couldn’t say no to you, so I decided to go. I was so excited about it I couldn’t sleep the day before.
         It was the most amazing day in my whole life. I met you by the dawn at the statue in the entrance of the park where the event was happening. You were so pretty I couldn’t believe my eyes at all. We walked and talked for so long, minutes turned to hours, and hours turned to the next day. You realized it was so late, and you needed to go home, so I walked you home, and when you were by your door, you looked at me, I looked at you, and our first kiss happened. It seemed like the world stopped just for us.
        We started dating, and for the whole semester I was the happiest person ever, no one could prove it wrong, you were the one and only company for me, we went to parties, to concerts, and we walked together and studied together. But then, in a sunny and beautiful Saturday, a day I expected to go to your house and talk to you about our upcoming tests, I was received by your maid saying that you, your mother and your brother had leaved for the hospital, and you were not feeling good, I asked which hospital, and rushed there, worried as hell. When I arrived, I asked for you, and got the number of your room. I saw your mother, and went to talk to her, trying to understand what happened. She told me you just suddenly felt really bad and fainted, and the doctors said it was nothing to worry about and you just needed to do some exams and should be okay in 2 or 3 days.
          A month passed and we talked normally, like we always did, you were always as funny and nice as you always were, but I couldn’t help feeling worried about that day. I had reason worrying about it.
It was raining, a depressive cloudy and rainy Sunday. You were supposed to show up at my place, for lunch, which I had prepared for you with my recently learned skills. You were late, ten minutes, then, half an hour, and then an hour. I decided to give you a call. No one answered, I worried myself remembering that day. I ran to your home, soaking wet I rang the doorbell, your mother opened the door on tears and invited me in, she could barely talk, I saw your brother’s room door closed, as I tried to understand what happened your mother gave me an envelope with a letter, written by you. The letter said this:

“My love, I can’t measure how much I love you, and how much I’ve loved you since the day we first met. Our first date and first kiss were unforgettable. The time we passed together was the best part of my whole life. I’m so sorry, so much sorry, I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I couldn’t tell you, I was afraid you would have done something you shouldn’t. I have cancer, and if you are reading this, it means I’ve made my decision .  I’ll never forget all the time we passed together.  I’ll take you in my heart wherever I go.  I really hope you become a successful man, and beyond everything, a happy person. And never forget the most important thing: I love you.”

          Here I am now, standing by your tombstone, filled with all the flowers I’ve put there every day, with this letter in my hand, which I can’t read very well, my vision is to blurry for reading, and how much I wish I could have told you how much I love you. How much I wish I could have given all my love to you, given every second of my days to you.  Now all I can do is remember you and cry. Wherever you are now always remember, I love you. I should have loved you more, really, you never know what you got until it’s gone.