It was my first week back from my one year trip to London when I met her for the first time. Actually, to be completely honest, I didn't really notice her. My friend had told me that I should "keep my hands off her" because he thought something was going on between them. Even though I knew I was "supposed" to hit on one of her friends, I couldn't really get my mind off her. There was just something I couldn't - and still can't - explain.
The next time we met was quite a while after. She was interviewing my dad because of a school task, and she was at my house for the first time.
This was where my mum made me realise for the first time that she was amazing. I hadn't thought about it because I wasn't allowed to think about it, but right at that moment I knew I had fallen for her.
We chatted a lot over the Internet and wrote nice things, and we ended up going to the cinema together. Just before this, my friend had told me and my other friends that it wouldn't work between him and her, so I thought he wouldn't mind.
It was a good "date" and I think both of us wanted to kiss the other one, but we just didn't quite know how.
- this is getting quite long, so I'll continue in another Opuss.
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