Making A Covered Belt Buckle

Almost perfect. Part 1

I have a very long time once again written a story that will appear here in two parts. This is the first part: ". Shit"

he said and I nodded. There was no word that could describe this situation better.

We sat on a bench in the shade in the park. That was really an inappropriate place, because we have never sat here together. When we had two years ago, tried in a fit of good intentions to go jogging together on a regular basis, we come here every time over. And every time one of us hit the other before, here is a brief pause to make and always said no one who had not asked. We wanted to show weakness. Both not. All the more strange it was to sit there now and to capitulate.

The summer was good this year. More sun than last, but not oppressive heat. The summer was almost perfect for all the things we had done in the past three years and what we had always moved. Even before last year we wanted to camp at the lake last year and we wanted to live at least a week as summer children: a barbecue every day, drink beer and swim in between watching football or go and relax in front of everything. We have not done it, for whatever reason. This summer would be perfect been for all this.

A month ago we got our graduation certificates. The big goal was finally reached. It was appropriately celebrated, we were in the arms, sang, drank, danced and some cried. We did not cry. We know what is coming and there was no reason for tears.

He had opted for alternative service in the volunteer fire department and I applied for a place at the university in our city. Everything would stay the way it was and we were happy about it.

I had of course told him once when my parents urged me to me at other universities to apply. One never knows what will come and I should not be left at the end of the summer without a university place. So I wrote two more applications to reassure my parents. The first rejection came from one of the alternative universities and I was excited about this rejection, though not from my parents. My plans were laid. I wanted to stay here. Here, where I knew about me. Here, where I felt comfortable. Here with him.

My parents were again disturbed by the cancellation, but the joy of the school was still mostly passed and we were delighted to finally have time for the things we were doing usual, only now without any restrictions from the outside. We were free and behaved that way. Than two weeks later, the promise of the second alternative, University of the house flew, my parents gave peace at last. Now, not much, and our new life in old frame lacked would begin. We made plans on who would be where when and how to spend the most time together. We were looking for concerts, festivals, and after looking for new places to chill out. A bit of changes we wanted, after all, it would the plugin-a new life. We felt so grown up and as free as never before.

be continued.
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