So far (33 years) I can say that he lived only three major stories: the present with the man I love and I married, but a short story that left me so pain in the heart (which was probably important only to me) and my first relationship, what I call "with my ex." He is in my own country, I was 16 when we met and liked them after a while, he had 18, a fantastic character, always smiling, a lot of company, cheerful and fun.
E 'was the first report that showed me the heart beat, the one that gives you the chills when you hear a song that makes you write his name in huge letters on the diary: a love as a teenager.
E 'lasted six years, a period in which I can count on the fingers of one hand any discussions or arguments: two.
We had many similarities: they both hated the gestures "smielosi" in public, we liked to have fun together in what was "the company" had our moments alone, but I find very important not to isolate yourself from friends, who that age is really important. We were never jealous of each other (or at least not there so we never allowed), our relationship was based on complete trust and a strong mutual respect.
Then it's over. It 's over in an unusual way, looking back now I really wonder how we did.
I was 22 years, despite what the imperative to 2.30 I get home (mine are always pretty hard times ... Even on the evening of farewell to spinsterhood, and I was 28 years old, my father asked me the return time ...). As usual bar meeting of the weekend, the boys organized for a nightclub far enough, I knew I could never go, I would not be reimbursed for the hours, and so I told him that I would not have participated, but he was perfectly free to go, I did not want that, yet again, to give up something for me and my stupid schedule.
I do not know how, but that night I realized that our relationship I was close to two, I wanted freedom, not having to account to anyone, want to manage life without ties. And so the next day he and I talked. The impact was not the best ... We decided not to see us for a while, to assess whether we were really essential to each other.
And here the surprise happened. Two weeks later we met again ... And it was he to admit that our love was not ... was a wonderful, wonderful friendship.
I know that so it seems a phrase from the movie, but after 10 years I can confirm that between us there was and still is a strong feeling, but that can not be called love.
sussiteva The tricky part in being able to stay friends, but that the gossips and the teasing ruin everything. It 'been really difficult, he said they have seen me with who knows how many guys have told me that the evening went out and lost no opportunity to try it with any girl he happened ... All lies, and we are able to understand and not be tempted to lose respect for each other.
I can not say clearly how we did, but 6 years ago when I got married, he had to marry his current girlfriend, who, like my husband, after a moment of disbelief about our friendship, he understood very well that has nothing to be jealous.
And it's nice being able to tell that I've made, to be able to maintain this excellent relationship with a person you loved, with whom you shared an important part of your life, without falling into the abyss of the couples that leave. I'm proud of this and I thank him for so long that appreciates me, respects me and loves me. 
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