In Portugal we usually do end of highschool trips to beach resorts in Spain like Marina d'Or or Punta Humbria (Andorra for skiing and such, as well), its a total invasion, these trips started being to resorts and not regular towns cause the Spanish got tired of our drunk asses jumping from balconies to the swimming pool, throwing minifridges out the window and bringing down walls in the hotel to make a "duplex flat"
. Anyway, 4 years ago when I was finishing highschool, I was promoting one of these trips with the student community and planning on going on it, then I learned that some girls, including my absolute crush for a long time, were going to Amsterdam instead (they're actually the smack opposite of the "going to Amsterdam" type of young person xd), so me and some other guys decide to go with them out of nowhere, and people had no idea why me, that was promoting the other trip, decided to go there instead and were really wtf. So in Amsterdam I try to flirt here and there, but not very successful. Then one day we were at this place called Zaanse Schans, one of the main windmill spots, which is outside of the city, and she loses her wallet. We all start searching for it, can't find it, and she starts crying (we were abroad and this poses a lot more of problems as one can imagine, starting with the fact that she can't travel without documents and we're leaving in a few days tops). I am basically coordinating the searches. I try to speak to her to make her feel better and she just raises her voice and gets rude, I don't know why. Then after a long time of searching we finally give up and decide to try to get to the Portuguese embassy before it closes and try to solve things out. The thing is the bus back to Amsterdam is absolutely PACKED India style, and we were 9 or 10 people and can't all go. I immediately volunteer to go with her, and they all say yes because I was the only one that was 18 years old at the time, and this could be important for something or so I convinced them. Me and her are on the bus about to depart and I'm really getting a good feeling about this, then out of fucking nowhere, one of the other guys, who was an acquaintance of mine and wasn't even from our highschool (I don't remember why he even came with us-on the trip to start with, and on the fucking bus as well) gets in the bus, gets between me and her, the bus departs and she puts her head on his shoulder for the whole fucking ride. I just about lost it. And that was the end of that for a while.
Months later cames prom time, and I'm thinking this his the last chance I got with her, but I basically get blind drunk before the dinner is even over and end up sleeping for the rest of the night with my head on a table. I felt really bad the next day, puked and cried a lot xd.
Later after school was over I tried to chat with her on messenger but it was kind of weird and she wasn't having it. I've been totally over it for some time now, but I really thought she was my soulmate, and in retrospect I don't think it was all mindless young passion, I really noticed little details about her that baffled me.
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