There are dates that don’t seem significant when they happen.
October 30, 1999, was one of them.
I gathered the courage.
I called Sabrina.
I didn’t need a special occasion to get in touch with her. And yet, today, I remember that phone call as the beginning of a more carefree part of my life.
After the school trip, something between us was different.
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Our first kiss happened on the bus on the way back. I don’t know whether Sabrina was thinking more about the kiss itself or about what the teachers would say when they found out about it.
Perhaps that was precisely why everything seemed more complicated to her than it did to me.
I had no plan. I didn’t know what would happen to us, how long we would last, or how you even begin a relationship after four years of knowing someone at school.
I knew only that it was a step that had to be taken.
That phone call didn’t resolve all the questions. It didn’t suddenly take away her fears or turn me into someone who knew what he was doing.
She picked up the phone.
She answered.
Her voice trembled.
