We hadn’t much time for she really had to be up early so we had our sandwiches at Gorilla’s and I drove her home.
We were talking about how we didn’t really mingle with each other’s crowd. And that it might have prevented it for such a long time, but finally, we got something happening.
She said I looked different from everybody else in the pack and try to explain in what ways.
I got flattered, especially when she pointed out that, just like her, I was not to be seen around with someone, as in an actual, solid relationship. I mean, it was much more noticeable and surprising that she was mostly alone, being so beautiful and charming, than me, being so normal and quite sloppy, as her friends used to refer to me, she admitted, confirming my suspicions.
I told her I was totally, massively impressed by the way she totally draw attention, everywhere, and how she had no problem with that. She seemed to be always in control, she was the star of the show, and played that role with grace and naturally.
We managed to keep it our romance out of sight and when it was over, nobody would believe it happened. I dream about those days and it’s so real, so strong, that I wonder if it was not only dreams the whole memories I keep.