What happened to you?
My second love.
He's been jumping into my mind a few times now. For no special reason, at least not what I can see.
I dont even remeber his name, was it Joakim, or was Andreas? Or was it even any of them?
Linus would know. If only I still knew him, Linus I mean.
I remember the first time I REALLY spoke to this guy, what ever his name was. We were on our way to Malmö, with a bus that the school had let. And I was sitting in the front with my cd-player. And he came walking down and stopped beside me. Since I had music in my ears I didn't hear what he said, but I said no, because I think he asked me if the seat was taken. And then I looked up and saw his dissapioned face and realised that he had asked me something else. I quickly turned the music off and said, "Come again?". And he said (again): Do you mind if I sit here? Stunned as I was I just nodded, and maybe I said "uhu"m or "sure" or what ever.
(If youre wondering why I'm writing all this down in detail it's because I realised that, if I don't even remeber his name today, what will I remember in a year?)
Well, I had the pleasure to sit beside this gorgeus guy all the way to Malmö. It took like an hour, but it was a joyful hour. I remeber now that he was new, I have no idea why he didn't begin with the rest of us. But I know that many of the girls heads turned when he passed. Well, what did I think of...?
Ehm.... yeah, the sad thing with memory is that most of it disapear when you don't think of it.
I know he was an AIK fan, just like me. I know that I came running/jumping (of joy) in the corridor one day, I was so happy because I was supposed to get home, for some reason. And he stood there talking to Fia, Carro or Malin, whom ever it was. And when he saw my happy face he.... looked at me and smiled, and those beautiful eyes said so much....
And another time, this memory I ALMOST want to forget, because I really made a fool out of my self... But if I hadn't done what I did, I probably hadn't gone home, and hadn't met Mattias or the Americans.... I have no idea why I did what I did, but I think I was scared. But you allways think "What if?" afterwards....
We were up in the common-room (attic), me, him and some others... Then for some reason we were about to go down to do something. And he called me back when the others were at the door..... I turned around and he said: "You are the smallest and sweetest AIK fan I have ever seen". GAAAAHHH? Should I really tell you this? But.... Aaawww... he was so sweet. And then I laughed and turned around to go..... and he put his arms around me from behind. "You are." Or something.... Did I dream this? Or did it really happend? I think I smiled and pulled away and when I turned around I saw that dissapoined face again. And then it's all black. what did we do next? I think we went down to the others... But that's the thing with memories, you only remenber the "important stuff" the things that made you feel something. God I miss him so.
I remember Linus was a good firend of his. And I also remeber this guy got into trouble some times. And then one time he was in such deep trouble that he was kicked out from school. I think he hit some one. He had a really bad temper, and the worst when he was drunk.... and we were only sixteen.... I remeber Linus telling me that he had a hard childhood. Something about foster parents... Shit I hate my bad memory...
What happened to you?
He's been jumping into my mind a few times now. For no special reason, at least not what I can see.
I dont even remeber his name, was it Joakim, or was Andreas? Or was it even any of them?
Linus would know. If only I still knew him, Linus I mean.
I remember the first time I REALLY spoke to this guy, what ever his name was. We were on our way to Malmö, with a bus that the school had let. And I was sitting in the front with my cd-player. And he came walking down and stopped beside me. Since I had music in my ears I didn't hear what he said, but I said no, because I think he asked me if the seat was taken. And then I looked up and saw his dissapioned face and realised that he had asked me something else. I quickly turned the music off and said, "Come again?". And he said (again): Do you mind if I sit here? Stunned as I was I just nodded, and maybe I said "uhu"m or "sure" or what ever.
(If youre wondering why I'm writing all this down in detail it's because I realised that, if I don't even remeber his name today, what will I remember in a year?)
Well, I had the pleasure to sit beside this gorgeus guy all the way to Malmö. It took like an hour, but it was a joyful hour. I remeber now that he was new, I have no idea why he didn't begin with the rest of us. But I know that many of the girls heads turned when he passed. Well, what did I think of...?
Ehm.... yeah, the sad thing with memory is that most of it disapear when you don't think of it.
I know he was an AIK fan, just like me. I know that I came running/jumping (of joy) in the corridor one day, I was so happy because I was supposed to get home, for some reason. And he stood there talking to Fia, Carro or Malin, whom ever it was. And when he saw my happy face he.... looked at me and smiled, and those beautiful eyes said so much....
And another time, this memory I ALMOST want to forget, because I really made a fool out of my self... But if I hadn't done what I did, I probably hadn't gone home, and hadn't met Mattias or the Americans.... I have no idea why I did what I did, but I think I was scared. But you allways think "What if?" afterwards....
We were up in the common-room (attic), me, him and some others... Then for some reason we were about to go down to do something. And he called me back when the others were at the door..... I turned around and he said: "You are the smallest and sweetest AIK fan I have ever seen". GAAAAHHH? Should I really tell you this? But.... Aaawww... he was so sweet. And then I laughed and turned around to go..... and he put his arms around me from behind. "You are." Or something.... Did I dream this? Or did it really happend? I think I smiled and pulled away and when I turned around I saw that dissapoined face again. And then it's all black. what did we do next? I think we went down to the others... But that's the thing with memories, you only remenber the "important stuff" the things that made you feel something. God I miss him so.
I remember Linus was a good firend of his. And I also remeber this guy got into trouble some times. And then one time he was in such deep trouble that he was kicked out from school. I think he hit some one. He had a really bad temper, and the worst when he was drunk.... and we were only sixteen.... I remeber Linus telling me that he had a hard childhood. Something about foster parents... Shit I hate my bad memory...
What happened to you?
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