If you believe in love but find it difficult to explain

Posted by Liset on July 23, 2010

We sit in my new apartment, where i haven’t even moved my stuff to yet, and just finished a nice game of ‘who are you?’. We open the champagne too early and stand on the balcony. Ten… nine… eight… it’s almost time. Three.. two.. one! Everyone is kissing each other and I find my way to my boyfriend, who I kiss and wish the best 2010. A new year has begun. A new place to live. I thought this year was going to be amazing.

In January, i was really busy with moving my stuff to my new place and ending my minor. My boyfriend was doing his internship and we were most of the time extremely tired when we met. But at the end of January, it was all over. I finished my minor and one week later, he ended his internship. Things would be better now, i thought. After his last day at work, he came to my place and i saved some dinner for him. He was tired and took a bath. That night, he told me that he wanted to break up. I cried for hours. My roommate came to calm me down and let me sleep in her bed. I thought i could never fall in love again. For days i sat on the couch with my mom and friends, watching sex and the city and drinking tea, thinking the pain would never pass. I lost almost 5 kilo’s that week.

As the weeks passed by, so did my tears. During that time, i started to work on my thesis, which i had to do alone. I had no obligation to go to school and was at home very often. Sometimes we went out and I kissed a random guy, which was kind of strange. My roommate suggested we should do something new, something to take our mind of things. So we did. We started to sport. Zumba, fitness and at the end, we became member of a rowing club. It was nice to think about other things than boys and love.

In the beginning of May, i met a cute guy who gives me soft kisses and makes me smile. We see each other almost five times a week and i enjoy all the moments. He makes my days a little brighter the next two months. He made me believe in love again. Summer arrives. We went separate ways and I ended up in Spain with my best friends. We lay on the beach, surf and dance a lot. We drink too much wodka lime and kiss Australian and Belgium guys.

Now i’m back in Amsterdam, packing my stuff to move anywhere else, place still unknown. At the first of august, i have to leave my room. Amazing moments have happened there but also the worst. In some strange way, i’m glad to leave. The whole break up still breathes in that apartment. Never ever have i taken a bath in that bathroom. Next week, my best friend comes back from Berlin and we will go on the train and explore Scandinavia together for three weeks. Can’t wait for another adventure to come.