Chapter Thirty Seven

Continuation of chapter 36:

Here I am still looking at his face, and all I could say is, thank you. How I wish that as he reads my story, he would remember me, us. Sadly, I know it is not possible, he forgets everything, and he is now in a relationship with someone else. It breaks me, but I must not show how I feel to him or to anyone. Something I decide stays within me, and only me.

We spent more than an hour mostly talking about our high school years.

‘How come we never talked in high school?’

‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘I don’t even remember we’re schoolmates.’

‘That night after the party at Christian’s house,’ he said, holding on to his cup of coffee. ‘I browsed our high school yearbook, and I found you, Irina.’

‘Have we ever been classmates?’ I asked.

‘I don’t know,’ he said. ‘I will find out; I still keep the copies of my class picture somewhere in one of my drawers at home.’

‘Okay, so you’re a keeper.’

`In our yearbook, you have very long straight hair,’ he said. ‘I love y