One love?

We have all had one; that truly amazing love. 


The love of your life is considered a soul mate, the person who completes you. 
Unfortunately, most of us don't end up with that person, mostly because of ridiculous mishaps, or because we fail to realize or accept the way we really feel about them.


A lot of people manage to find their true love in high school or college and they grow together, creating an unbreakable bond. Often, we associate our first love with our true love because that person may have been with us during a time in our lives where we experienced the most changes. 


The time where our own beliefs, opinions, and ideas develop.


We can't help but feel close to that person because those partners had the most important influence during the most crucial development period. 


Despite the connection we may feel, we inevitably separate from that special someone.
Most of the time, it is bad timing.


A lot of my friends always say "If only I had met him when I was in my 20's, I would have been able to handle everything." 


We meet the right person usually at the wrong time. 
This isn't always the case though, and those who meet their true love when they are a little older and more mature often end up with them forever. 


It's funny how we have to sometimes suffer through terrible relationships, to truly appreciate a good one when it comes along.

My mystery...

My life was so usual. I mean there were things I was used to them. Nothing special. Wor, work, work and trying to run to the store and buy some food ...sleep and again back to work. Awfull life I am having. I am sure of that.

Oh, did I mentioned I am working in Architectual Design Firm and I ...well, i do everything there, since I got the job only three month ago.SO, there was no choice to pick what I like or dislike, but just to do it. I mean I was so damn happy I got the job, out of 250 interviews that I would be happy just to clean the floor. Hehehe really!

Anyway, my life was getting old. I am already 32 years old. What an age. Disaster in my life. Nobody could understnad me, that I was feeling like 45 years old women. Women without everything. Having only this job. Hmm....I better expaline in short that I gave resign in my previous job, since I saw so much injustice everywhere. And things weren't going up at all. So, as I said here I was on this Thursday afternoon, running to the nearest shop just to buy some cheese and bread. I was devestating hungry.

At the shop I was feeling my legs so tired and so so old. Bought my usuall things and went slowly out of the shop to go into my lovely, little home. When I started walking I had that strange feeling that someone is following me. I stopped.

Quickly looked around and there was nothing special, just cars, bikes and people talking and walking...really, everything was normal.

"I am just too tired" I sadi to myself and started walking. but there was that anyoing feeling of mine that someone is really following. The second time I didn't turn around, since I was sure there was nothing, just images in my crazy head.

Soon, I came to my aprtment and after outting my stuff into the kitchen I was just curious if there is anyone really waiting or following be down there on the street.

And there it was. The black car. Big, rich, modern black car. I started to be nervous. I was new in town. I don't know anyone. Who should I call for help? What should I do? Ok, I admit I was watching so many crime series, that this scene was freaking me out. Who was there? What do they want from me?

My mind was spinnig to me. I didn't know what to do. In my mind there was been a murdered who wants me. But seriously, who would ever want me?

I am just simpl girl and wanting nothing. I even left behind my boyfriend who wanted to marry me.So, you see how crayz and all mixed up I am. Like a vanishing candle.

After two glasses of Vodka, I decided to go down the stairs and to see who it is. I mean, the worst thing which can happen to me is that he can kill me and drag me in some unknown city to left me there. What a night mare. ...

My stepts were more and more nervous. I was so crazy I even didn't locked the doors of my aprtment, just to think if someone is trying to kill me I will run back and lock myself inside.

When I was really close to that car, my brain somehow lost it's way. I was in no condition to think anything. Anyway, I am here, few meter away from that mysterious car and still no one didn't show up. Or just opened window. Nothing.

My hands started to shake and my whole body was under such andrenalin. Oh my god, what am I doing here. I am totaly crazy. The second I wanted to turn around, I heard the doors of mysterious car started to open. My body stopped and I was in no position to move. I was to scared and to curious what the hell will come out of it.

Then I saw him. His hands, and his brown hair and his eyes. It was him. Love of my life. The moemnt I looked at him, I started to smile and feeling really stupid. In that second of momemnt I remembered that this was car of my boyfriend. And now he was there. In his car, putting his hand out and inviting me to him in his car.

How could I ever say no? I rushed to him and we were together embraced and just holding one another.

I know now, that many times, things, don't see at first look the way they really are. So, be there and never be scared of life and living it. I know for sure, I won't.