Memoir

Eleven

Alexander never called, or texted me back after that night. I haven't even seen him since and none of my friends did either. I kept thinking about his cousin telling me to not make a mistake. What kind of a mistake?

It's been seven months since that night, my birthday was a few weeks ago, he didn't even call. I layed in my bed, looking at the three things I have as a reminder that he was real. The wooden rose he gave me on our second date, the ring he proposed to me with, and the necklace that I got him. At least I have a memory of him. He has none of me.

I went on a few dates, with a few guys, but it was all just a time pass, or perhaps, convincing myself and others that I got over him. It was difficult, but I learned to live with it. I got used to missing his presence. 

I sighed and ended my morning mourning routine. I got up and quickly went to the bathroom, and wondered what it would feel like to get up two hours early and do my make up. Maybe I even wouldn't feel so empty inside. 

I put my hair in a bun and wore a grey hoodie with black jeans. I wore a shirt under the hoodie just in case it was too warm. I sat in my car and started driving towards a cafe near the school Elena and I transfered to.

We were drinking our coffee, and Elena offered me a cigarette, as per usual. Just this time, I didn't decline. I took it and watched her surprised face when I lit it with amusement. I blew the smoke in her face and she rolled her eyes in return. ¨I was kind of hoping you would decline. I only have a few left.¨She joked and it was my turn to roll my eyes. ¨I'll go get us some.¨With that I got out of the cafe, and into a small shop nearby.

As I was walking in some guy was about to walk out and as we were both walking quickly, we bumped into each other. Before I even had the chance to say that I'm sorry, the guy already started to yell. ¨I almost dropped my fucking coffee and you won't even try to apologise! What a bitch!¨I ignored crazy man over here and walked up to the counter, getting two boxes of cigarettes and some cookies for Elena and I.

As I was walking out, I saw the crazy guy arguing with a short, dark skinned guy. I have never seen him before. Ha! Guess crazy guy annoyed him too. I couldn't see the short man well from a distance but from what I saw, he was ugly as hell! No judging but not my type. Doesn't look a thing like Alexander. Damn I hate my mind.

I went back to the cafe and told Elena about what happened. I described short guy to her and she told me she knows him, apparently they hung out a few times. It's really not surprising anymore, this girl knows everyone. ¨He's a nice guy, but he is a really, and I mean really difficult person and his temper is worse then anyone you know.¨She described him as if he was her sworn nemesis, not a guy she hangs out with. ¨Geez, you really know how to find a flaw.¨  We laughed it off and went to class. The school was absolutely ginormus. We get lost about five times a day, but it's only been a week since we started, we'll learn. Eventually.

I went straight to my house after school, expecting to do the usual, but I remembered my old profile on Instagram, and I so badly wanted to see the pictures on it. I was trying to log in for hours and I finaly did it. It brought back a lot of memories. I saw I had a message request and I opened it from curiosity. It was from today.