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My love story begins with kindergarten. We went to the same group. Some adults can barely remember myself in those years, I, too, but Pasha I remember very well. He was like a little prince. The most beautiful boy in the garden. All the girls went after him on his heels. I was in this respect more than lucky, I'm friends with him, but rather with his friend, and therefore was always with him.
But then I was 6 years old, my parents decided to send me to school a year earlier (when taken with 7, and only occasionally to 6 years). I remember when I was sad to leave. I am a very emotional person, so I find it hard to forget such bright moments of life. My mother worked in the garden of an accompanist, I have a whole year after that she asked, not whether Pasha resigned from the garden, too, but she was not sure, and said that half of the group had gone to school.
Until the 5th grade I was hoping to see him. Over time, I began to forget it, but it was a strange feeling every time in the class brought new pupil. I always looked at the door, which included brand new with the hope that now go down someone whom I have long been waiting for. I do not know how to explain it, I kind of forgot it, but was still waiting. I did not know who I want to see at the door, only knew that someone forward.
It happened in the 10th grade. I remember that was October or November, I have over the economy, was the last lesson, and I went down to the door, when he saw on the staircase that rises to top guy. He looked at me, and I thought I knew him.
At home, I was lying and tried to remember. I do not know how to remember it, just suddenly surfaced in his head talking with my mother, I learned, had gone there from kindergarten Pasha. I remembered, and as a garden and missed him, and how to fifth grade wanted him moved to my school.
I found a photo of the garden, and saw him. One person is there, on the stairs, but he grew up, became higher, but it was the Prince of the garden. I was scared as hell then. You know it's like seeing a ghost. But when I moved, it was a happy cry. I was given the chance, which I dreamed.
Just what I was doing, he did not pay attention to me. No, he knew that I was the girl with his parallel class, but I did not notice. I wrote to him, we got to talking, and began to chat a bit.
In eleventh grade, we had a Christmas disco. We danced, had fun with my friends, I saw him next to me, and how he tried to set me up with a friend. That was the point. A friend was rejected, and Pasha was the last time I spent hating sight. He disappeared for me.
And then I did not care that his heart was torn to him. I was ready to tear the heart, if it is required, if only to forget it. After 11th grade, I learned that he entered the university, where I wanted to go.
It was like a sign from above. I knew that this is the last chance, but did not want to win it. It hurt me very much then. I could not forgive. It only remained to wait. We did one university classes were in one case, only the different departments. It even wants us to reduce the space, but we do not want.
One day I went to the hostel through the Student Park, it is just next to the University, and saw the dog. In general, I love dogs, especially shepherds, but it was scary. I went to the store with sausage. Shepherds do not usually react to it. But this dog like that snapped at me, she stopped at my feet and started barking so I thought it would die of fright.
I was shocked when I saw who ran to the bark. It was Pasha. He was the owner of Jack (the dog's name was). And she did not want me to attack, she was looking for the sausage. His favorite treat after training. Pasha coached Jack in the park every day, and I just came at the wrong place at the wrong time.
When I listened Flank excuses and apologies I was terribly funny. Fate really brings us together. We went on this strange note, but my heart was lighter, he paid with his strangulated pride resentment that caused me to school.
After all, he did not want to talk to me, but there was no choice, I had to be nice, so I did not call the police. Jack found himself a nice dog. He remembered me. I always liked animals. From now on, when I was walking in the park, he found me and barked, calling Pasha, and while he did not come, we play with Jack.
Over time, it seemed to me that the Pasha would often walk in the park. My hostel was next, so I even studied there sometimes, but he lived on. I was happy to see Jack. I'm very attached to him. And even learned to ask for treats. What I did not like Pasha, because he told me the next day.
It was a strange meeting. He came to the park, Jack found me, we played, and Pasha just watched, sometimes saying something, but rarely. Dog hire - something like that. After three months, I had to go home for a short while, two weeks, I did not appear at the university. And when I returned, the first thing I saw in the park Jack. I ran up to him to say hello, and saw the Pasha, he gave me flowers and invited on a date.
As I learned later, he was worried that I was not at school and in the park, and to find out from my friends, where I was and when I get back. After the first date he told me in love, but I did not want to rush. I was pleased to torture him for past wrongs. We dated for a month when I finally gave up and also confessed her love for him. Since we are together, and Jack very happy.
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