The perfect story ...
A while ago, our teacher
asked to write our perfect love story. But I never really thought about it. I don’t
really want a perfect story, but if I could write one, I would make a very
romantic and girly story. So I started to fantasise and here it is. But because it's very long, I'll show you in 4 different posts, so every week 1.
We met each other at
college. He played the guitar at the coffee shop I was working at. When he
finished playing, he went inside and sat at a table watching me and drawing.
One time someone walked against me and all the drinks I was caring flew in the
air and landed on the flour, but the client didn’t had any spot on his clothing.
What a relieve! Then I turned around and saw that my watcher was completely
wet. I started to apologize and offered to clean his clothing. At first he
didn't think it was a big problem, but I stood on it. I had lunch pause, so I
took him home with me. Gave him new clothes from my brother and putted the wet
ones in the washing machine. At first it was kind of awkward, but he was very
social. We started to talk and needed to laugh. We started seeing each other
more and learning more about each other. He helped me with studding and I
noticed that we had a lot of stuff in common. I learned him how to enjoy life
and he learned me how to play guitar. We became best friends and together we
went to London and Paris. We made lots of pictures and had a fun time.
Accepting each other’s bad sides and fill in each other. When I had a bad day,
he was there for me and cheered me up. My friends thought we matched perfect together,
but we were best friends, that would be weird. Even my parents, my dad the
most, liked my best friend and he became a part of the family. After some time,
college was almost over, I started to realise that I just wanted to see the
world, nothing else, but not on my one. He loved the idea of us going together
and started to plane our tour completely. At first I wasn't sure, but he
convinced me and there we went...
See you next time!