Story sent by Santiago from Mexico, and posted on 19/June/2000
Hi, my name is Santiago and I am a 23 year old guy from México.
My story although sad is pretty romantic, and I like to think of it as sucessfull one. It all started about a year and a half ago, it was the end of the summer of 1998, one day my sister invited one of her friends over to my house, I really did not noticed her at first, the only thing that caught my eye was her beatifull lips, so fine and pink. Her name is Katya, she is a 19 year old inmigrant from Russia that just came to México four years ago. Now and then I worked as a model, and so did she, one day I went to a casting and I was selected to model three suits. As I later found out, she also was selected for the catwalk. While rehearsing for the fashion show, I could not take my eyes of her lips, of her eyes and of her inocent looks, I grew very fond of her in a few days. She was so quiet and her voice so sweet, unlike any other model I had ever known. We finished the performance and did not see her for about a month, finally one night she came to my place with my sister and I asked her if she would like to teach me russian. She accepted and next week I started taking russian classes on saturdays (at the time I was studying my major in Economics, so I did not have time during the week). Every weekend I realized that we had many common interests,I felt that we were perfect together. We started dating, I felt so very confident that she was going to be my girlfriend, and actually I took it for granted. After about two months of dating another character entered the scene. Someone else had a very similar plan to my own, that is to make her fall in love. Anyway she started going out with these bozo at the same time that she was dating me. On May 14th 1999 at about 2:06PM she called me and told me that she had a boyfriend, and that she would like to apoligize to me for breaking my heart, the truth is that not only my hearth was broken, my life entered a deep coma. To make things even more dramatic, I had a final exam the next day, and obviously I hardly studied. Anyhow I aced the test thanks to who knows what strange forces, I think my pride and self respect did the job. I did not see her for almost a year, I only knew of her through a common friend. Finally my aching heart was recovering from that nearly fatal blow and I met another girl, my hearth was alive again, this girl was all I had dreamed of, plus she liked me too. I began to see her in a romantic way for a few weeks and we were pretty involved, but one day while we were having candle light dinner at an Italian place and she told me that she suffered from a very severe mental disease, I recalled that she had been in the hospital a few months ago, but I never imagined that her condition was so serious. She was diagnosed with bipolar disease, a condition that consists of very violent mood swings (also known as manic depressive disease) My father is a psichiatrist and over 50% of his patients are manic-depressive, so I am tragically familiar with these disorder. Her honesty surprised me,and to the day I am very gratefull to her for sharing these with me. I was devastated, because I knew that if I married her it would be extremely difficult to have children, because parenthood for these people is very traumatic, these really got me thinking, and after a whole week of thinking (day and night) I had to tell her against every fiber of my hearth that I was not in love with her. Maybe I was selfish but to be honest it is a very big dream of mine to have a big family. Things worked out very good for both of us because she found someone else to share her life with. Another month went by, and I was the most broken hearthed person on earth or so it seemed, I spent my days reading poems and watching sad movies.At one point of my life my father asked me to see a therapist. I missed Katy. Even though I managed not to see her, whenever a special ocasion arised ( christmas, birthday, valentines day) I sent her nice presents or flowers.One sunday when I felt that all my reasons for living were far away and hidden inside some sour charade Katya called me; it was the first time in nine and a half months that I heard her voice, it was like an angel was talking to me in the phone. She was calling me to thank me for a card and some roses I sent her on valentines day. After talking for about and an hour I asked if she wanted to go for coffe or watch a movie, she said that she could not because it was her best friend´s birthday but she invited me to the party. She had just broke up with her boyfrriend. The night went very smooth. When I took her to her place I asked why did she called me, and if she wanted to give us another try, she said that she was willing to give us a try and I was very happy. We started dating again, and every weekend was a blast, we went to the nicest restaurants in town, we went to concerts and to ballet (she is a ballerina, and loves ballet) sometimes we just stayed in my place watching TV and movies.Those were the best weeks in years.I loved to stay with her in my place and make dinner for two ( I like to cook, chinese and Italian are my favorite). She always was saying how romantic and talented I was, so one fine day I went to her place with 60 roses and asked her to be my girlfriend, she requested some time to think about it. We continued going out and I was pretty confident that her answer would be yes. One night after going out with her and a group of friends I took her back home, we stayed talking in my car for three hours, after these she stayed quiet and sayed just the word I had been waiting for all my life: YES. We kissed, but somethig was not right, we were not right, I could sense it and it was tearing me apart. When we finished the kissing session she said that she had commited a mistake and that she did not wanted to be my girlfriend, our relationship lasted about thirty minutes. At that moment I was devastated, but I told her that no matter what I will always remain her friend. She said that she was not sure of anything and that she did not want to risk our friendship, I just think she is afraid or is just waiting for her prince charming, not realizing she has found him and that he is mad for her. From that day until now I try not to see her or even to speak to her, she rarely calls me. I know I said at the beginig that this story was a sucess story, and I am convinced it is, for I know this road is just starting and that at the end of my story there is a girl with fine pink lips waiting to love me. You can write whenever you feel like it, after all you know my most important secret. Write me at: uleatun@yahoo.com
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