Chapter 87

They say that all of us throughout life fall in love with three different types of loves.

The first love comes when we are inexperienced and nervous, eager to experience everything that adults say is the best. It is at this stage that we question the whole world around us, including whether the euphoria felt can be similar to any real feeling. The second is usually the worst, painful, it is the one that comes to us with some kind of sentimental lesson; the less we talk about this, the better. The latter, most of the time, has no intention of arriving. However, it is sudden, honest, and very often, eternal.

But in order for me to explain how the three loves of my life could be connected by some kind of deadly coincidence, I need to go back a few years ago, at the time when I was still dreaming of a pink world and a quiet life. Basically, the day I met my first love.

The economics teacher finished storing his materials when the signal for the end of classes sounded.