Memories

The Smell of Roses

I can still remember the beautiful smell of roses all over my room, the ones he gave me in that corner of an unimportant street, when he use to love me...The person who I am talking about is Georg, a German guy who I fall in love with while he was studying here in Mexico. I never thought that I would never fall in love with him, but now I can not imagine a life without him. The way that he always look at me with those deep green eyes that I could lose myself just by looking at them. I still have that memory in my mind; when he was just new in the city.

Georg was very shy and he did not know where was his class in the building, I am know to be a very helpful girl so, when Miss Ana Maria, our spanish teacher introduced us I immediately volunteered to guide and serve him. That was how it started, with some favors, a few phone calls asking me for help, but then, it was not for help, he just wanted to talk for hours. I can not recall how much our infatuation last but I can say that it was not much, he arrived in January and the awful day was on June...

The day before June 11th we had our first date, the first and the last one. We went to a small mexican restaurant, we had some tacos and enchiladas, that day I do not know how but all that food fit in my stomach, we were having the best date ever. We stop at a flower shop and he bought me roses, red roses, something that I had never been given. I love those cheesy details that it does not matter if people consider it silly. And last, my first kiss, I swear that after that I could smell roses everywhere.

However, the very next day I went out to the library, and just then I saw him...with another girl...with beautiful blue eyes... holding hands. My heart just broke in a million pieces. I did not talk with him all day but I just stay there in front of the flower shop waiting for him to come back with roses for me, like if he knew what he did wrong.

He went away a few months later, the only thing he told me after all the memories we built together was; " It was a pleasure meet you in this life". Then he left. I just stay there with my face soaked of tears. Who would say that true love is only the first and the rest are just to forget.