How?

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       Every love story begins this way. Just the endings are different. And only the end matters. If there is one.
You know, when you want something badly, it happens eventually, but in another way?
I was walking from one room to the other, frustrating myself, doing the usual house chores.
"No, it can't be happening with me. Not now and not this time" , I thought to myself.
I just couldn't wait even one more second. The time was ticking and was very precious now. I was the first. The first to burst our bubble. I went to my mother's room, took one of hers Parlament's and hid behind the house. Then lit it up and took one puff.
Seriously? How could've I forgot his number? With the phone in my trembling hand I struggled to dial him. I know what is going to happen.
"Why didn't you call?"
"I meant to", he said unemotionally.
It was a tense talk. After it I understood that one who really wants something, seeks opportunities, who doesn't, seeks excuses. It was clear for me that I was the only one who kept holding on for us.
Choices make a great difference. Once I made a choice. A choice to stay. It made my life turn upside down. Who knew that the 8th of May would be so crucial for me? I've never had an example of a real man in my life, beginning with my father and ending with my boyfriend. Until the 8th of January. My mother met a man who was actually supposed to be my father. Thanks to him I now know what man I do need in my life. Dates are meaningful. A positive or a negative, but they still have meanings.