Tomorrow it will be exactly one year ago when E. and I first met. Actually, last year june 2nd was on a Friday, not a Saturday, but still. Since it's Friday right now, a year ago I was in the train to Breda at this moment, with a funfilled weekend ahead.
It's very strange how I remember everything from that day. I remember exactly how I felt waiting at the train station in Breda for E. to come and pick me up with his car. I was extremely nervous, for I was a bit afraid that all the phone calls and MSN chats wouldn't work out in the real world. Was I sursprised that from the moment I stepped in his car it was instantly brilliant.
We went to his house, had a few drinks (Fiero was always our beverage of choice) and ended up kissing each other in like half an hour after I arrived. We really had to drag ourselves to Bruxells but it was all worth it.
I'm just a bit sad today...
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