…and then he/she
closed the
door. It was the last time I
saw him/her.
Two years ago, I had a friend; his name was Lukas. I liked him from the first grave, he was wavy good friend, he helped me when I had a big problem, he was funny, kind to bit nerves, but it was a little minuses.
Everything changed when we went to the high
school. Lukas was not a genius and he went to the lower level school than I did. We were
met sometimes after school and talk about life. Then I met Marta, she was the sweetest girl I have ever saw. She was kind, smart, she liked to read books, swim, and travel. On the beginning of our acquaintance, I was weave sheen but she too. When we met each other better, I thought that I fell in love. Thus, moments of
months I spend with her were the greatest months of my life. After six months of
meeting together, some thing changed in her behaviour, she was more and more not present when I was talking to her, sometimes she did not answer her phone that she usually did, and she started not to coming for our meetings. Therefore, some day I had asked her “what is wrong and she said that she is with other guy. I did not want to believe that she was betraying me with other one. Couple days later I saw her with that boy; it was Lukas.
On our last meeting, I invited him to my home. We had talked as usual and I started the subject of Marta. I told him that he stole my girlfriend, and he started to laugh and said that I am not for her. We started to quarrel and I ordered him to leave my home, he stopped talking. Then he closed the door. It was the last time I saw him.
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