They say that people meet for a reason and nothing happens without a reason. Do they, does it? Has it ever happened to you that you’ve met somebody just briefly, for only one hour maybe, and this moment got stamped very deeply in your heart? And no matter how many days, months, sometimes years have passed, you still occasionally find yourself lost in this memento, recollecting the images that probably became more just the concepts of the pictures; feeling tingles down the spine from a touch or a gaze from back then. You probably forgot the words that were said, but you remember the thrill, the happiness, and the tenderness of the episode.

I was heartbroken. Unfortunately, that was not just a mere teenage Romeo&Juliet heartbrokenness. I actually thought a guy was THE ONE. But it all finished very sadly, without a word being said… It took me very long to go through all the grief stages from denial to apathy, but I never got to acceptance and relief until that one sunrise with somebody whom I still reminisce of with a special softness in my heart and a smile on my lips.

I didn’t want to go to that club, but a friend of mine insisted. Ok, reluctantly, I found myself sitting at the table on a dance floor, sipping cranberry juice and pretending it was “sex on the beach”. My friend was drunk already, I didn’t want to get to that stage. I was bored, I went dancing. Luckily, the music was just what I liked for the “bum shaking”. In a lyrical digression, I must say – I CAN dance. All the boyfriends (like 3) I had were unintentionally seduced by me on a dance floor. Well, when he came in, we had what is called an infatuation from the first sight. However, my friend also had it towards him, but it wasn’t mutual. Western girls, I am really sorry, but you lost the sweet female passiveness that is so attractive to men. You don’t allow the guy to try conquering you anymore. I am an eastern European, and even though yes we are still rather suppressed women, we do remember how to let a man show his manliness. A man needs to demonstrate how strong he is, that he is a decision maker, and that if not him, we wouldn’t be able to function properly in this life. And, isn’t that so? Even the weakest man, given all the softness and seeing the devotion in the eyes of his woman, will go and not only move the mountains, but also make a dinner for her and even vacuum clean the whole house without complaining.

My friend, being a typical Western European girl (non-typical girls, don’t be offended), went and grabbed the guy, dragged him to the dance floor and tried to kiss. His reaction – he was totally flabbergasted, dumbstruck, disgusted (he is an Eastern European boy, who is used that girls give him the opportunity to initiate). But because he was a gentleman, he told he didn’t kiss on a first date. My friend went out to try and realize what happened and why he didn’t want to kiss her. When she left, the guy came straight to me and invited to dance and talk. We left together. It was so clean, so pure, so romantic. We were talking the whole night, sitting on a bridge and watching the sunrise. After knowing each other for 2 hours, it seemed that we were together for an eternity. It seemed that we knew what each of us would say and how respond. We kissed, as though we were 15 – carefully, tenderly, being afraid to do it too passionately, not to cross the line, yet wanting to impress each other.

The last words he told me were, “please don’t look for anybody for yourself”. He was here, in town, just for 3 months, and that was his last day. He didn’t know if he’d ever be able to come back. I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again, but I am waiting… And, I finally got to acceptance! Thank you, my one-sunrise-boy. No matter what, I’ll never forget you.