Osita and The Bear (Dedicated to Camila Sáez)
Friday, June 25, 2010
Holly Willoughby Disc Necklace
was one day in any week, after the camp prior to a presentation of high school, I had to go buy a wool cap. It was not much, was a round trip and nothing else. I went to a microphone, and later several blocks up an ex-colleague and her friend, and apparently were waiting for something. Greet them, sat nearby, and at any moment one of them got up and did stop the micro, beckoning to an outsider, did not give him importance, it could be anyone. But not everyone was a little girl exactly 11 months younger than I, and (in the words of my ex-partner) left me speechless. We were in the same school and had never seen, and I decided to know her and know her, I'm curious as well. The other two girls noticed my attitude and supported what I said, and even add things that somehow made me look better than it was. She seemed excited, fascinated, but I reached my destination and had to go down, I said goodbye to all, especially the pretty girl, and went downstairs. The next day I saw her last in uniform, with my ex-partner, and so every evening when I could meet with them and talked to some other things, but the pretty girl, I knew I was called Camila, not always stayed with us. He was studious, well more than me.
and spent several weeks in which I did not know it, and almost at the end of the year, making paperwork from high school, finding her again. I approached her with a stupid excuse and I received gladly, and so we talked for about 5 hours. And he had to go, and I was missing something. Did you ever see? Of course, next year we will have the same schedule. Perfect. And so it went
holidays and classes came and we met again. Age of arriving early to class, so I tried to get there before her, at the exit we got together and traveled together. Among the classes we saw, although occasionally we left too long for our individuality, but most of the time the two of us. Then I found out we lived near, a few blocks away, so I was encouraged and began to wait at the bus stop near his home, and so we got together at school. We met so much better and share more of what he had done before with a stranger, and I realized I was starting to feel something for her. Love? No, it was something different, it was love, affection. And my soul woke writer, and began to write, to write stories that recounted events something ... curious that over the years I knew they were the future of people who knew and know them. But any of that it was strange, was that they all talked about couples, feelings, love. He thought I wanted something with it, and I think the same thought, though both understood (she did it first) that ours was just a friend. Error. The passage of time made us see that what we went beyond friendship, was a much stronger bond than even I could have thought. Occasionally we went, met her friends and shared fairly, she taught me how it feels to be loved, to be the focus of someone. It made me feel very special, as never before had any woman, but that did not mean that we should to have something, just wanted it. And there were many things we learned together, and live experiences that solidified what I would call a strong friendship knew his past, his ex-partner and lifelong friends, made many trips, we saw places and new environments, we experience two , and finally handed them over to another. She allowed it was me who gave the final opinion on it and gave the same power when the opportunity arose, but our future have been very different. I remember there was one evening, after his pre-university, which went for a walk and she wanted me a gift, something simple and very demonstrative for the rest, and gave me an autographed card that brought the image of two polar bears and some writing that made me mourn. "You are my teddy bear," I said almost without thinking, "and you're my teddy bear," he said giving me a strong and warm embrace, the kind that I liked and I like both of these you can feel even in the cold and loneliness. She was, is and remains someone very special to me, more than a friend, more than a sister, and lately I have not knowing much about it and study issues, and I feel that it has drifted far. I miss her, to that little girl I call "stupid", but silly and there is not much, because before I could see the passage of a girl to a woman, someone who now knows many things I do not find, and makes me feel really proud of it. Maybe ever wanted, no, better still love: my little sister, my teddy bear, I can not help loving her. I miss him, but give me time to be with her, to tell you many things, to invite one of those trips we used to do when we were both walking at night, when we had more commitment to be friends, to be brothers ...There are some people, some fellow Sansano who came to see it or even know, and maybe one can vouch for certain things I am saying. And yet there are things that no one has come to know us, and is that we have a little story to tell ... a legacy that will deliver.
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