Day 19: My First Love
I am not at all ashamed in the fact that my first teenage love was a Russian boy straight outta Moscow. Please put all your hatred aside.
We met at cadets. The more we talked, the more I liked him. He taught me a lot of things. He opened the door for me into the higher levels of society. He showed me that humanity is really divided into sheep and shepherds, and he was determined to get to the shepherds ranks (at least, that’s the impression that I got). If it was not for him, I would remain with no common sense, no self-worth and no determination to make my life enjoyable rather than something that I have no control over. He started me on a path that led me to who I am today. And for that I am grateful to him.
We remain friends after we broke up. He really made himself into a successful businessman. I am happy that he does what he loves to do, and I hope his plans turn out the way he wants them to; although I don’t think he knows this, nor do I think that he should.
I don’t think about him often, but when he crosses my mind, I still imagine him a smiling and a very caring young man. He wanted to show me the world. I hope he found the one who got to see it with him.
