Part 2

Summer was definitely the best time of the year. Even though my life was still a mess, the sun and the heat made me feel like everything would be okay someday. On top of that, this particular summer turned out to be the best one yet, because I could finally see some light at the end of the tunnel. It all started with this boy in the park.

He was sitting on ground, with a cigarette in his mouth and the same broken look on his face, that I saw every single day in my own reflection.

I don’t know why, but on that day, I was feeling brave. Not brave, in the sense of jumping down a cliff. I mean brave like doing something, that was completely out of my comfort zone.
For me, this meant talking to this boy, who seemed like someone I could really connect with, just from the look on his face. 

I sat down right next to him on the grass and I realized I didn’t know how to actually talk to people.
I should mention that I was suffering really bad with my social anxiety.

I couldn’t even walk to the train station without getting nervous, that somebody would talk to me and therefor I avoided any kind of human interactions.
So now I was stuck, next to the boy and I felt my anxiety taking over my whole self.

What if he told me to leave? Or if he just walks off?
That would be so embarrassing and I could not even say something. Sweat was forming on my forehead and I could not move a muscle.
I still don’t know to this day, but the boy seemed like he knew exactly how I was feeling.
He did not look and me and I didn’t look at him, because I was too scared, that he was going to judge me immediately.
So while I was starring stonily at the grass in front of me, I suddenly saw a hand with a cigarette.
He was offering it to me.
I didn’t know what to do and it seemed like he didn’t know either, but he just kept his hand in front of my limited field of view and after some careful consideration I took it. Our hands touched a little and for me it was the hardest part, because a thousand thoughts were crossing my mind.
Where my hands sweaty?
Did I take it in weird way?
Was I really suppose to take it from him or was he just holding it?
Oh god I stole a cigarette! 

My thoughts were interrupted by a silent laugh. He was laughing at me. Oh no. I had to leave. This was too embarrassing.

I overcame my fear of looking at him and that was my biggest mistake, because his eyes put me under a spell and his beautiful smile made me completely fall for him.
My god this smile.
I didn’t know it back then, but this smile was going to break me, because this wasn’t a smile of love. It was a smile of affection, because this boy discovered hope in my smile, the way I spotted true love in his.

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