4 stories with a happy continuation. School love

My school crush. I want to tell a love story that happened to me while still in school. Surely each of us had our first love at school, or at least we really liked someone. When I was in eighth grade, this topic did not pass me by. When she entered the eighth grade, she moved to our school new girl, which I immediately liked! And like everyone else at this age, when you like someone, you don’t know how best to make them pay attention to you. I tried in every possible way to attract her attention, at every break I tried to be in her sight. Having found out where she lived, he followed her home, although he lived on the other side. I wrote some ridiculous notes (it’s even funny now to remember the contents of these notes) In general, it was love, I tried, as they say, the entire “arsenal” of signs of attention. But as many remember from their school years, if a new, pretty girl comes to school, then competition immediately appears among the same suitors. As you know, girls grow up with their brains faster than their peers, but at that moment everything seemed different. She quickly realized that she was popular among the guys and began to play on it. She allowed herself to be looked after, accepted signs of attention, but did not let anyone get close to her. I began to study worse, worry, think about how to please her, but it was all in vain! Having already entered the tenth grade, I calmed down a little and focused on my studies, since I had to think about going to college. She started running around all sorts of discos with older guys. Finally the time came when we graduated from school and ran away in all directions. Soon I entered college, and student life began to swirl. At the institute, the overwhelming majority of students were girls, and from the first year I began to feel a lot of attention from them. Meetings, celebrations and everything connected with it began. I tried to fit in, develop, always tried to look good. By the end of my studies, my self-esteem was as good as they say! Then I served and got a job in a good company. Life was in full swing, I often flew abroad on business trips, met with interesting people etc. It's been 10 years since I graduated from school. Somehow while walking around shopping center, a woman with a child stopped next to me and said hello! I turned in her direction and couldn’t believe my eyes, it was my school love, the once pretty, slender girl whom everyone was running after. In front of me stood a woman in a body with dirty hair, looking five years older than her age, with a child of about six. We exchanged a couple of sentences, she complimented me on how I looked. I didn’t even dare to answer her in kind. For a long time I could not get over the slight shock, and compared two pictures in my head (did I once love this person?). Then I learned from a former classmate that she got pregnant from someone, then lived with someone else. In general, life has battered a person and changed him beyond recognition! I realized that everything in life can change dramatically. School love, childhood memories, great time)

I love you... - ... - Why are you silent? - ... - Maybe that's enough? - ... - I came to talk, not to conduct a monologue. - ... - All. I understood. You don't love me anymore... Answer me! This is true? - Yes. - Goodbye. - Where are you going? - Away from you and from this whole life. - Home or what? - You'll find out soon. I'll go where no one...

She moved away from him at a fast speed and the words became unintelligible... If only he knew where she was going to go...

Hello mom! - the daughter ran home and kissed her beloved mother on the cheek. - Um... Hello... - the mother was extremely surprised by her daughter’s behavior, she hadn’t communicated with her like that since she was eight... - Mom, please prepare some pancakes! A lot of! So many! I haven’t eaten your pancakes for so long... - with these words, my daughter ran into her room. - Okay... If you want... - Mom was a little confused. Couldn’t she really guess why her daughter needed pancakes?! She hates them... But the mother’s heart was warmed by such a request and she did not give it any thought of great importance... But in vain...

Running into her room, she fell on the bed... Tears flowed down her cheeks... He doesn't love her. She guessed, but... Hope glimmered in her soul until the last, which he finally destroyed today. Love. Lived in her heart. Thirteen years. Is this a lot? Maybe not, but she was able to love him. She is already an adult at heart. She's not like other girls who change boyfriends like gloves, it's their way of life. And she lived only for him. When she was near him, something happened. The whole world was disappearing somewhere. And only he... Now in last time she experienced this feeling. She knew she was going to die. That he will not die like everyone else. But because of love. She will kill herself. Today. In two hours. Exactly at 00:00 o'clock. After all, it was at this time that they met. It was at this time that the whole world turned upside down... But then it turned over from love, and now... In two hours it will turn over, but from death... Her nostrils were tickled by the smell of pancakes... Mom...

Sorry... - the girl whispered. - I love you, but I love him more... I'm sorry...

Pain. Severe pain burned through the girl’s heart. Soul... She was scarred. After all, life threw her from side to side. Not wanting to give a piece of happiness. But why? Fate. She's cruel. The girl knew this. She knew she would become an angel. And she will always see him. Its bottomless green eyes... Ah... His eyes. 22:30. An hour and a half... This air, there is something wrong in it. He feels death approaching. He's cold. The pillow was wet from her tears. Useless tears, but they were the only ones that helped her endure. How often she cried. How many nights she didn’t sleep, only she knows about it... Now only she... No one will know.

A sheet of paper, a touching letter:

Sorry! Cute! I loved you, but you... You didn't understand me. I am no longer destined to live in this world. Because I feel like this will be life without you. I will be free from torment. I'm probably weak, but you can't understand what kind of pain this is...

She folded this latest manuscript of hers into a neat square and put it in her jacket pocket. Leave the room.

Anya, where are you going? What about pancakes? - Mom came up with a kind smile on her face... This made Anya feel even more painful and wanted to cry. - Mom, I have to go, excuse me, I’ll definitely eat this yummy... - she kissed mommy on the cheek goodbye and quickly slipped out the door... - But not later than twelve to go home! - Mom shouted after me.

Anya took a deep breath and walked away.

When she went outside, it began to rain heavily... This is her friend. He always supported her and now did not want her to leave this life.

It’s okay,” she said into the void, “I won’t disappear anywhere, I’ll be there, in heaven, with you.”

But the rain did not understand her and continued to pour and hit her cheeks even harder. She ran there... To where he and she met... It was a beautiful cliff, from which you could see the whole city, and under the cliff there was emptiness and somewhere below the river roared. It was here that Anya decided to die. 23:50. Ten minutes. The rain is over. And the air was humid. She sat and listened to the silence, which was occasionally broken by the sound of the river... 23:55. Suddenly steps were heard somewhere in the distance. Someone was coming here. But he was still far away. She knew it. 23:58. The footsteps were getting closer. 23:59. Last minute. She stood on the edge of the cliff. The countdown began in seconds. And suddenly he came out into the clearing. Out of surprise, she stumbled and... Almost flew down. He managed to grab her hand. Her eyes were filled with tears and looked at him with such sadness.

Anya, I hold you, I love you, I'm a fool.

Her hand slowly slipped away.

Now I’ll get you out... - No... - Anya shook her head and let go of his hand...

She flew for only three seconds and kept looking into his eyes. Those three seconds felt like an eternity. The world was torn apart by love and death. His eyes were full of horror, and her gentle voice dissolved in the darkness of the abyss:

I love you... - I love you too... - he whispered...

00:30. He sat on the cliff and thought about nothing. Then I took it out mobile phone. He called someone and... No one saw him again...

The police and ambulance arrived quickly. Later, another car arrived at the cliff and the mother of the dead girl ran out.

No! No!.. No... - she screamed and fell to her knees in front of the lifeless and bloody body of her daughter...

She was buried on this cliff. And legend says that if you get there at 11:59 p.m., you can see two young men. A girl and a boy sitting on the edge of a cliff, and at exactly 00:00 they will get up and fall into the abyss... She went to where no one had ever returned from, and he disappeared. He died. But his body was not found...

Remember that boy you wrote notes to in class? And the girl they were so afraid to approach? And you probably remember how you dreamed that he or she would always be by your side. You may or may not be a fatalist, but in everyone’s life some kind of fairy tale turns into truth. For the eight heroes I met, it was precisely one of the very first, most sincere fairy tales about love that became true. The stories of four Novosibirsk couples, whose relationship from their first school crush grew to family happiness.

Kristina (25) and Artyom (27) Spitsyn:
We are very different, but that is what unites us

Through the glass doors of the cafe I see a couple of young people holding hands crossing the street. He holds the door, letting his wife pass first. Very carefully - by the third wedding anniversary there will be three of them. Kristina and Artyom seem very similar: balanced, calm, they seem to pick up and develop each other’s thoughts. Christina says that it was thanks to her husband that she learned calmness and patience.

I understand with my head that it was us at school too. But they are completely different! Where did I get the courage to call first and introduce myself? I should have been more proud. On the other hand, would I be happy now if I behaved “correctly”?

Ten years ago, she saw a smiling high school student in the school hallway and smiled back at him. Next time, say hello. A month later, clutching the phone in her hand with a damp palm, she came up and said: “They gave me a mobile phone, give me your number.” For the next few years, Christina says, she did not let him out of her hands - they constantly corresponded.

He was confident and mature; from the ninth grade he lived absolutely independently, which is apparently why he was not at all interested in school clubs. But she, on the contrary, tried herself everywhere she could: in fitness, sports, even on youth television.

I even watched some programs, although I turned them off almost immediately,” recalls Artyom. - It was funny and cute. But I didn’t take it seriously, although I liked that Christina had her own hobbies and interests.

But the boy from the “star class” went to study in Novosibirsk, and she remained in Leninsk-Kuznetsk.

He didn't reject me, but he didn't let me get close either. We were still friends for two years, and started dating during his first student holidays.

When two years later Christina was awarded a certificate, she decided to enter a Kemerovo university - Artyom did not immediately invite her to Novosibirsk. But every month they visited each other, just for a day or two. A year later they decided that it was time for Christina to move closer.

Did such a long and difficult relationship prevent you from enjoying the most crazy and eventful student years?

One is not a hindrance to the other,” Artyom answers. - You need to gain experience not only while hanging out and meeting new people. It is important to learn to build serious relationships. We had such an opportunity.

Only in the middle of our conversation do I understand that cherishing long and strong connections is a special talent that the guys have: they have known almost all their close friends almost since kindergarten.

Therefore, we probably retain the status of not even a school couple, but such “old-timers in relationships,” Artyom laughs.

There is, of course, a subconscious pride that through the years we walk hand in hand,” adds Christina. “We don’t put it on a pedestal, we just rejoice.”

Tatyana (22) and Artyom (25) Kolesnikovs:
The main thing is to be on the same page

Based on the history of this couple’s relationship, it’s time to make a series. She is the daughter of a school teacher, a bright blonde whom everyone seems to know. He is an athlete, a great guy - the dream of many younger schoolgirls. It is curious that Tanya’s attention was drawn to the young man by the names of her mother. Although then, at the age of 14, the topic of friendship with young people did not really interest her. And only two years later interest arose in my soul.

I remember how it all started. It was in autumn. My friend and I were asked to help referee a basketball game. And the day before I read in the horoscope that November 15th is the day that will change my life. Naturally, I thought it was some kind of nonsense. It was a day off, there was nothing to do after school, so I decided to go. Artyom was just playing on the school team. I saw him, and everything just turned upside down inside me! So, my friend and I went to games for the next week.

Then - as if according to the script: correspondence until the morning, the first awkward date in the company of friends, the first kiss in the wet December snow, and a common photo, also one of the first, which gossips from other classes constantly send to each other. And there was something to envy - Tanya shares her favorite joke: there were many interesting couples at school, but she and Artyom were the most beautiful.

I took this relationship seriously even then, even if it was my first. The turning point was when Tyomino entered the university. I was in ninth grade then. Teenagers change a lot when they graduate from school: they feel like adults and free. And this period is psychologically difficult not only for themselves, but also for loved ones. We separated for six months. And it was difficult later to decide to be together again. We understood: if we resumed our relationship, it would be for good.

And so it happened. The first school love was replaced by a strong student love, romantic and beautiful in its own way: with long trips to Academy Town in an embrace and walks in the forest. And there was never any doubt that because of the relationship they missed something or didn't try something.

It seems to me that the ideal relationship model for a girl is one man for life. Additional experience is simply not needed. Guys are another matter. Artyom is older than me, so he already had some experience. And it is right. And we are definitely not bored: every year our relationships change along with our social roles, ages, and views. And these emotions and feelings make life interesting and rich.

Artyom and Tatyana will get married in the summer. But, Tanya admits, registering a marriage is unlikely to fundamentally change their relationship:

A wedding does not bring stability, but simply proves once again that everything is serious. You confirm that this is your person. It seems to me that even if you love someone deeply, with whom you cannot keep up in life, whose thoughts you cannot voice, happiness is hardly possible. If you are on the same wavelength, then get married and you will definitely be happy

Irina (21) and Mikhail (23) Grishchenko:
Caught up and didn't let go

How did you meet? - I ask my youngest interlocutors: Ira and Misha have been together for seven years, married for two years, but still look like schoolchildren. Probably because everyday school life is still going on for them. In the summer, both will receive diplomas: Ira - a bachelor's degree, Misha - a master's degree.

“Oh, that was a very funny story,” Mikhail rubs his hands. - In 2009, flash mobs were still popular. We met at one of them. In fact, the flash mob was idiotic. Members of the first team ran down the street shouting: “I am a deer! I am a deer!". The second team, hunters with pistols and machine guns, ran through the same place a few minutes later, asking passers-by: “Have you seen any deer here?”

Which one of you was the hunter and which one was the prey?

I was the hunter.

You caught up with Ira, it turns out?

“They probably caught up with me,” Misha winks at his wife.

I noticed him after the flash mob, when we exchanged impressions. A month later I decided to write to him. We became close on the basis of common interests,” Irina answers embarrassedly.

That is, she became acquainted with very specific intentions! And it was only some time later that I realized that we were similar in many ways.

If at school the children’s interests and hobbies seemed identical, they share, now they are as different as possible. But this also has its own charm, in any case, love for different performers or films certainly does not separate them from each other.

Unlike the other heroes, Misha and Ira studied in different parts of the city, so they didn’t see each other very often. The young man even had to perform detective feats: for example, using a phone number to find out where Irina lives in order to arrange a surprise.

The young people decided to get married already at university, after five years of relationship: for both, almost a quarter of their life. Apparently, this is why Mikhail cannot even remember what he was like before he met his future wife. For the boys’ parents, of course, the deadline did not seem serious: Ira’s father hesitated whether his daughter should get married at 19.

They had their doubts right up until the wedding. Only now, when our relatives see that we are coping, the torment has come to naught.

For now, their plans for the future are focused on self-development: Ira will continue to study microbiology in her master’s degree, and Misha is going to enroll in graduate school. But it seems that they especially like the romance of student marriage - it gives the feeling that they are growing together.

Of course, we have changed a lot over these seven years,” says Mikhail. - Feelings too. At school it was a game: a lot of emotions without depth. Now the feeling is deeper, wider, more serious. You can't just take him out. And I don’t want to.

Valentina (29) and Ilya (29) Bannikovs:
Always had each other

It seems to me that we initially existed together,” says Valya, smiling. - We started being friends in the fifth grade, and then we kissed for the first time, at Ilyusha’s birthday.

Valya and Ilya have been married for seven years. During this time, two sons appeared: the youngest, three-month-old Vanya, dozes in his armchair while his parents and I go through memories of school and student life. Looking at them laughing, it seems that I see exactly what they were like 15 years ago: an exemplary excellent student, an activist and a mischief maker with sparkling mischievous eyes. So it turns out. Therefore, Valya shares, her mother warned her for a long time: maybe a bully boy is not the one you need? But, apparently, they were really destined to be together.

At first they lived in the same house, then they sat at the same desk, and together they began to attend preparatory courses in Sibstrin, from where Ilya was quickly kicked out.

Probably, if they had separated for a long time then, the relationship would have ended,” he reasons.

But for some reason, unexpectedly, the parents of the young people decided to move. And again to the same area. Without saying a word. Already students, they found themselves together again. In general, the word “together” best characterizes this couple: Valya and Ilya have never been apart for more than two weeks. Even their jobs are shared between them: Valya helps her husband with his business, and he works as an assistant on her wedding shoots.

Their own wedding, the heroes say, became a truly new stage in the relationship. Six months before final exams, with diplomas unfinished, they were renovating their apartment and preparing to start living together.

Everything has always been very easy for us. But on the eve of the wedding, I realized that this was serious. I just cried the whole day.

Yes, you were crying because we didn’t have time to finish the repairs! - Ilya immediately laughs it off.

And... or that’s why,” Valya answers with a laugh.

Probably, this frivolity and ability to look at things joyfully is their little family secret.

Do you think it was more difficult for you to build relationships than people who met as adults?

More difficult. Because we did not go through different stages of relationships, like other couples - once, and already in the finale. “We didn’t live together before the wedding,” Ilya answers seriously.

On the contrary, it seems to me that it is easier. I know the most important things about him. I can’t imagine how I would trust a stranger now. And so, we always had each other, although feelings, of course, changed. Previously, they were immature, although even then I thought that he was the man of my life. But serious love is just beginning to come.

At first glance, it seems that the feelings then and now are different. And I’m trying to understand why... but I don’t see much difference,” says Ilya. - There were, of course, impulses of passion, love took on a different form, Valya became a mother, more feminine. But apparently my feelings haven't changed at all

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Don't expect adventures and unexpected turns - that's not what the story is about. It's about how you can love, even if it's hopeless.

She grew up as an ordinary girl like her classmates. She studied well, was active, cheerful and sociable, and caused almost no problems to her parents. That memorable fourteenth spring. In fact, she felt a strange state long before talking with the girls, but she did not yet realize that that very first love had come, about which so many books had been read. She didn’t want to lie, but when she heard the question “Who do you like?”, completely unexpectedly she named the wrong boy’s name. Not the one I thought about so much in Lately, who for some reason became painful to look at, but simply repeated the name of the high school student Kostya, whom her friend Tanya had just named. From that moment her life changed once and for all...

What do teenage girls do? They discuss idols and outfits, complain about their parents and, of course, share their love experiences. First dances, first kisses - everyone goes through this. She went to dances with her friends, flirted with boys and allowed them to accompany her home. But no dates and no kisses. She explained this to her friends simply: Kostya, whom she likes, does not pay attention to her, and she does not need others. Tanya was also in love with this Kostya, so she nodded and sighed sympathetically. But all this was half-truth. Yes, the guy she liked really didn't pay attention to her. Only it wasn’t Kostya.

She didn’t tell anyone that she kept a diary and wrote poetry. This was her secret, like that great feeling that filled her from the top of her head to her toes. He lived a couple of houses away from her and was in a class higher than her. They went to the same school, so she saw him often. And every time I gasped, I tried not to meet his gaze. But when no one saw, she looked at him. Twice a week at the same time she sat on the windowsill and waited for him to pass by her house on. She didn't expect him to raise his head and see her at the window. She just wanted him to go slowly. But each time he was in a hurry, and she only had a minute before he turned the corner. Then I waited for him to come back with his friends after a couple of hours. Most often, she didn’t even see his face, but she always felt his presence. And this meant a lot to her.

Summer has come. My beloved friend Nadya arrived from another city. But even to her she could not tell about him. Why? She couldn't explain this. Every meeting with him became a test. But if she didn’t see him for several days, she began to miss him terribly. The desire to simply touch him became at first painful, then unbearable. But if they were in the same company, she did not talk to him, did not look in his direction and did not show in any way the feelings that were seething inside.

So autumn came. Then winter, summer, spring... Two years have passed. She still devoted a lot of effort to her studies, still tried to look active, cheerful, and ordinary. True, unlike her friends, she didn’t date anyone, although several guys tried to court her and invited her on dates. In the end, the friends, who had long suspected something was wrong, found out the secret. Alka, the most lively and experienced in love affairs, decided to take matters into her own hands. “We don’t need platonic feelings,” Alka snapped when she asked not to tell him anything, especially since he was dating another girl. And two days later her life changed dramatically again.

He himself approached her and offered to talk.
“Have you really loved me for two years now?”
“I love you,” she whispered.

It turns out that he didn’t even know about her feelings. He didn't laugh at her, didn't offend her. He hugged and whispered something good words. Then he walked her home and finally kissed her. He said that they would talk later.

And the next day Alka met her with a sympathetic look. It turns out that she just saw him with a girl, Vera. Alka demanded an explanation, and he said that he was not ready for serious relationship. She is good, but you need to either be serious with her or not at all (“You see, with Vera everything is simple. We are having fun, that’s all. And that suits me”). Alka looked at her with pity and tried to calm her down. But she didn’t cry, she smiled and said: “Let’s go dance!” Oh, how she laughed that evening!

She never cried - not that day, not a week later, not a month later. She pretended that everything had passed. She invariably answered all sympathetic questions: “Everything is fine.” However, it was not good. It seemed to her that everything inside was scorched and dead. She swallowed food with difficulty and forced herself not to give up her studies. However, I began to meet with my friends less and less, read a lot, and wrote poetry. That's what's strange: she wasn't angry with him, she didn't accuse him of anything. He didn’t promise her anything, but the fact that he conveyed those very words not himself, but through her friend, was just cowardice, and she admitted it. She did not justify him, did not idealize him. But she continued to love. Maybe even stronger than before. And still, when we met, she lowered her eyes and could not breathe...

One day, succumbing to the persuasion of her friends, she went to a disco. She sat down in a chair and watched others dance. At first she did not notice him, but suddenly she felt his eyes on her. It seemed like for the first time ever she looked him straight in the eye. And she couldn’t stand it first, she turned away... Then there were many meetings, even conversations in general groups. And not one of them ever showed anything that there was anything between them. Although was it?..

She graduated first from school, then from university. A lot has changed in her life: she changed cities, received a higher education and started working. The first to arrive. During this time, she managed to fall in love and experience disappointment. One thing remained unchanged: she continued to love him. Despite the fact that she had not seen him for several years, despite the fact that he got married, despite the fact that for some time she became interested in another man.

More years passed. She never married, devoting herself to work. She no longer thought about him every day, did not greedily catch news from his life told by mutual acquaintances. Occasionally . And every time after these dreams she woke up happy. Although I understood that he had long since become different, that he was no longer the same handsome boy, whom she fell in love with at the age of fourteen. And over the years, she carried the feeling precisely to that young boy, and not to this adult man, whom she had not seen for a long time and, in fact, had never known. That first love remained the strongest, the most real in her life. In fact, the only one. There was passion, slight love, but there was never love again - he took all of it for himself...

She admitted to me: “You know, if something had worked out for us then, I would have married him and given birth to children. And it doesn’t matter where and how to live - as long as it’s with him. Sometimes it seems to me that if he came now, I would drop everything and follow him anywhere. All that remains in my heart is a tiny spark, a feeling for him. This is the only thing that can still light up in me, that makes me feel alive..."

Once upon a time, one adult and very smart person told me: “Love is always two. When one is something else. Anything but love." I think he's wrong. What is this story about, if not about love - real, bright, albeit unrequited?

It all started when I was 12 years old, a boy came to us in the 6th grade, he went to school at the age of 10, and therefore was three years older than everyone in the class. I didn't pay attention to him special attention, well, new and brand new. A couple of months later, he asked me to meet, saying that he loved me, but I refused, thinking what feelings could be like at 12 years old. He flirted with other girls from the class in front of me, probably trying to make me jealous. We quarreled, made up, quarreled again, and this went on for three years. During this time, I fell in love with him, I don’t know how, there was nothing special about him, I had a feeling that he made me fall in love with him, I was hurt by his flirting with others, and in retaliation I began to flirt with other guys. After I realized that I fell in love, he once offered to meet, but I... refused. At the end of 9th grade, he stopped trying to start a relationship with me. After finishing 9th grade, he turned 18 and joined the army. I continued to study, in the spring, I was in the 10th grade, he came home on army leave, came to school to see his friends, when we met, everything turned upside down in me, he was immediately surrounded by a crowd of friends, he told how he was serving, what was interesting, The teacher came up to me and said something, when I turned back to HIM, our eyes met for a few seconds, I don’t know, maybe I imagined it, it seemed to me that he had not forgotten me. Then I didn’t see him for a year and a half, after school I left to study, one day when I came to my parents I decided to visit a friend, on the way to her I met HIM, we talked, he told how he was, I told about myself, and that’s it... Through year, I transferred to study in another city, it was a resort town, during the season there are crowds of people walking here, and it is extremely difficult to meet someone you know here at this time, but I met... It was on the day of the city, my boyfriend and I (we then we had already lived together for a year) we went to see the fireworks on the square, I must say that I wasn’t very good vision, I don’t always wear glasses, so sometimes I don’t recognize my acquaintances, but that day, among thousands of people, I noticed him, he was with friends, I waved to him, at first he didn’t recognize me, but when he did, he smiled and disappeared into the crowd. A couple of months later I had a dream where HE was, when I woke up I couldn’t find a place for myself, all my school feelings came flooding back, I didn’t understand what was happening to me, I was sure that I loved my boyfriend, but I couldn’t forget HIM either, a week passed and everything calmed down within me, but after a while he dreamed again, and everything repeated itself, and so it went on for a year and a half. And half a year ago I went to a friend’s store where she worked, HE passed by the store, the friend saw him and called him, he said that he had been living in this city for a long time, that he was going to get married, the friend (who had wanted us to be together since school) said that and I’m going to get married (although my boyfriend and I were just planning), he asked with a grin when the wedding was, to which I answered in about a year, he answered well, that means never. He behaved as if I was not there, smiled only at his friend, and answered me with standard phrases. It's summer now and I know for sure that he is already married. I still dream about him, dreams can be so real, I don’t know what to do, sometimes in my thoughts I’m cheating on my boyfriend with HIM, for which I’m incredibly ashamed later, I love my boyfriend very much, I don’t know what I’ll do without him, but also I can’t forget HIM...I would be glad for any advice.