a beautiful story ends with no glory
We met in Rīga. We weren't exactly looking for each other, but it was love at first sight. Together we got to know the city in our everyday life, together we saw so many other places. I even had the chance to show her some of the coolest spots in Portugal.
We weren't made for each other, for sure. I believe we had different perspectives and expectations about life. Her, with her german style, reliable despite some shortcomings, and I, kind of “we'll see about that later”. But, in spite of all this, we dreamt of being happy, together, forever.
While we were together, we were one, we understood each other as few can. They came the normal, the routine, and the fact that I live in this special little corner of the continent caused what was to be the end of a short and intense relationship. On my part, I think I was careless, but that wasn't the only thing to make this result. Nevermind the details.
When I realised that things had no chance to go back, I made one last move. It went very wrong. The hole that was deep enough, became deeper, and I lost all hope. We didn't see each other for months, and I thought the simple loss of contact would be a waste. We should be together one last time, for a proper farewell. And so it was.
Setting up the meeting was easy. The hard part was to prepare myself for what could go wrong, after such a long time since we had been together. Together and happy, because there was also that unromantic part in between. Anyway, it was worth trying. If you bet, you can lose. If you don't bet, you can never win.
The fact is that as soon as we got together, it felt like we had never been apart. For the good part and the not-so-good part, that is also part of the magic in a relationship. We had a great future ahead of us, but the circumstances did not allow it.
For the farewell, we took a trip, just me and her, without third party distractions. We went to a new place, far away from everything. The best getaway ever. I didn't even take a single photo, because my memory has the power to make everything seem even better. And the closer the end was, the more we dreamt that some twist of fate would make all the problems go away.
Saying goodbye was painful, maybe more so for her than for me. We marked each other's lives. Life goes on, the memories remain. And of those, I keep the best ones.
Goodbye, Rēzna.