~Forever And The Truth~
Well, once you started reading there is nothing stopping me from giving you a short review of something. Let’s begin, because everything in life starts with a beginning, except for death. But I am not giving a lot of space here for writing about death or about how I lost my parents/best friend/boyfriend, because THIS is not that kind of story. It is a love story, though. Let’s begin (without talking about dead) with saying something about the relationship between ME and LOVE. There is a lack of loving in my life right now, but I do hope for a usual love story that would last forever, with all its ups and downs. Forever changes-you have to agree. It differs from man to man, from thing to thing. Relationship’s forever could end in an hour, a minute or a second and the worlds forever might last for billion years. My forever will end when I want it to or when I die. It’s the way I see it. This book will not talk about being with someone forever, even though you are dying to read one more amazing everlasting love story that ends with a “they lived happily ever after”. It is about a different (or the same?) love story that you are going through. No love at first sight, no dying together (go to the library and get Romeo& Juliet if you like that ending) and, especially no truth in it. THIS never happened, if you’re asking me. You want to know what never happened. Are you ready for the big ride indeed? No, I don’t think so, but I wasn’t ready either.
~One~
I was sitting on a beach and I was about 12 years old. The boy came and in his eyes I saw love. We kissed and a day after that he left. Ten years after that day I found him and we married. Not quite like that, but I was sitting on a beach and I was 12. The sun was rising above the mountains and the waves were crushing in the coast. I could write the most beautiful paragraph and blab about the big red sun warming up my paled skin, but it was a cold day. I remember wearing a big blue jacket to warm me up, so if you thought I am an “emo” who wears black only, stop kidding yourself and get along with the story or stop reading. I am not gay either, although I have nothing against homo population. It was windy and the sand was still wet, since the raining season started last week, but I was sitting there for an hour already. No, I was not just “enjoying the view” and I wasn’t waiting for my knight in shining armor. I was reading a book and since I was a book worm, I couldn’t leave it just 50 pages away from finding out who was the ABC killer Agatha wrote about. People were walking by me, jogging so they would lose some weight or just stay in shape, some of them would stop by for a second and give me a look, but most of them didn’t even notice me standing there in my big blue jacket. My phone vibrated just as an old wrinkly lady passed by me jogging. Well, not really jogging, since it way more like walking. Call it a chicken or whatever, the thing is she passed by. I looked quickly at a text. “Doručak”. Or “Breakfast” for non Serbians. I know, you were disappointed when you searched up Serbia on the Google Maps and saw that it doesn’t have a sea side. It was a holiday, though. Montenegro isn’t a popular place where rich people go for the vacations, but I liked it, so deal with another thing- this story is not happening in Italy/New York/Miami or Sydney, Australia. And Montenegro is just a place on the hills, so the house where I am staying was far away from the beach and I didn’t run into the house, but I had to deal with going up the hill, just so I would come too late.
“You’re late again. Eat fast.”-My mum answered. No, I didn’t have problems with her, but she wasn’t my bestie either and I am proud to announce that I am extremely happy because of it. “You and me are going for a walk and your brother is going fishing.”-She finished.
“Yey.” I said with no excitement in my voice. I was a sarcastic person, if you didn’t notice. They all just gave me the GoshStopIt look and continued eating in silence. It was a usual family’s breakfast. A non-father family, though, since he left us when I was 3 and my brother was 6. It was a usual family day out, but one thing changed me that day. I know you want me too add “love” to that announcement, but it’s not going to happen. I- Alisa Milovanovich- met my neighbor. Now- it’s not a usual girl neighbor, it’s a boy neighbor. They just settled in a house next door and invited us in for some coffee. His mum charmed my mum, so she decided to stay in their house instead of taking the walk she talked about this morning. I didn’t feel anything like girls from those love stories I love that much. I didn’t talk to him about my memories, my loss, my depression and I didn’t feel like kissing his strawberry lips either. We spent more then an hour playing Playstation 2 and talking about stupid teachers in our schools. His name was Luke and he was 14. It would be a big time difference if I had any friends my age, but my friends were mostly 15 or older, so I thought of him as he was my age. He was good looking, I must admit. He had that spiky black hair and nice green eyes, his smile was really nice and his body was something to be proud about (not that I care about bodies). Right now you are just pissed off. No action? No bonding? No chemistry? Oh, I knew that will happen and you were warned. If you really care about what happened I’ll keep you informed, don’t worry. If not, leave the story unread and close this page. Yes, I know. I know that playing The Little Mermaid and talking about centuries old history teachers is not really expected to be the first thing you do with your soon-to-be boyfriend (spoiler), but I didn’t know it back then. For me- he was a friend, nothing more. For him- it was already love after the second level.
Well, once you started reading there is nothing stopping me from giving you a short review of something. Let’s begin, because everything in life starts with a beginning, except for death. But I am not giving a lot of space here for writing about death or about how I lost my parents/best friend/boyfriend, because THIS is not that kind of story. It is a love story, though. Let’s begin (without talking about dead) with saying something about the relationship between ME and LOVE. There is a lack of loving in my life right now, but I do hope for a usual love story that would last forever, with all its ups and downs. Forever changes-you have to agree. It differs from man to man, from thing to thing. Relationship’s forever could end in an hour, a minute or a second and the worlds forever might last for billion years. My forever will end when I want it to or when I die. It’s the way I see it. This book will not talk about being with someone forever, even though you are dying to read one more amazing everlasting love story that ends with a “they lived happily ever after”. It is about a different (or the same?) love story that you are going through. No love at first sight, no dying together (go to the library and get Romeo& Juliet if you like that ending) and, especially no truth in it. THIS never happened, if you’re asking me. You want to know what never happened. Are you ready for the big ride indeed? No, I don’t think so, but I wasn’t ready either.
~One~
I was sitting on a beach and I was about 12 years old. The boy came and in his eyes I saw love. We kissed and a day after that he left. Ten years after that day I found him and we married. Not quite like that, but I was sitting on a beach and I was 12. The sun was rising above the mountains and the waves were crushing in the coast. I could write the most beautiful paragraph and blab about the big red sun warming up my paled skin, but it was a cold day. I remember wearing a big blue jacket to warm me up, so if you thought I am an “emo” who wears black only, stop kidding yourself and get along with the story or stop reading. I am not gay either, although I have nothing against homo population. It was windy and the sand was still wet, since the raining season started last week, but I was sitting there for an hour already. No, I was not just “enjoying the view” and I wasn’t waiting for my knight in shining armor. I was reading a book and since I was a book worm, I couldn’t leave it just 50 pages away from finding out who was the ABC killer Agatha wrote about. People were walking by me, jogging so they would lose some weight or just stay in shape, some of them would stop by for a second and give me a look, but most of them didn’t even notice me standing there in my big blue jacket. My phone vibrated just as an old wrinkly lady passed by me jogging. Well, not really jogging, since it way more like walking. Call it a chicken or whatever, the thing is she passed by. I looked quickly at a text. “Doručak”. Or “Breakfast” for non Serbians. I know, you were disappointed when you searched up Serbia on the Google Maps and saw that it doesn’t have a sea side. It was a holiday, though. Montenegro isn’t a popular place where rich people go for the vacations, but I liked it, so deal with another thing- this story is not happening in Italy/New York/Miami or Sydney, Australia. And Montenegro is just a place on the hills, so the house where I am staying was far away from the beach and I didn’t run into the house, but I had to deal with going up the hill, just so I would come too late.
“You’re late again. Eat fast.”-My mum answered. No, I didn’t have problems with her, but she wasn’t my bestie either and I am proud to announce that I am extremely happy because of it. “You and me are going for a walk and your brother is going fishing.”-She finished.
“Yey.” I said with no excitement in my voice. I was a sarcastic person, if you didn’t notice. They all just gave me the GoshStopIt look and continued eating in silence. It was a usual family’s breakfast. A non-father family, though, since he left us when I was 3 and my brother was 6. It was a usual family day out, but one thing changed me that day. I know you want me too add “love” to that announcement, but it’s not going to happen. I- Alisa Milovanovich- met my neighbor. Now- it’s not a usual girl neighbor, it’s a boy neighbor. They just settled in a house next door and invited us in for some coffee. His mum charmed my mum, so she decided to stay in their house instead of taking the walk she talked about this morning. I didn’t feel anything like girls from those love stories I love that much. I didn’t talk to him about my memories, my loss, my depression and I didn’t feel like kissing his strawberry lips either. We spent more then an hour playing Playstation 2 and talking about stupid teachers in our schools. His name was Luke and he was 14. It would be a big time difference if I had any friends my age, but my friends were mostly 15 or older, so I thought of him as he was my age. He was good looking, I must admit. He had that spiky black hair and nice green eyes, his smile was really nice and his body was something to be proud about (not that I care about bodies). Right now you are just pissed off. No action? No bonding? No chemistry? Oh, I knew that will happen and you were warned. If you really care about what happened I’ll keep you informed, don’t worry. If not, leave the story unread and close this page. Yes, I know. I know that playing The Little Mermaid and talking about centuries old history teachers is not really expected to be the first thing you do with your soon-to-be boyfriend (spoiler), but I didn’t know it back then. For me- he was a friend, nothing more. For him- it was already love after the second level.