First meeting
“School year 1979-1980 in a small town in Normandy. I’m waiting for the bus to go to school. A beautiful white Alpine Renault parking in front of the stop catches my eye. But it’s the girl who comes out that my eyes follow. At that moment, I told myself that one day, I would talk to him. Every morning I hope to see her arrive, but sometimes I don’t see her. We take the same bus though, but she doesn’t all the time. Christine has style. Brunette, curly, pretty. She has a demeanor, a free and attractive gait, like people who don’t expect anything from anyone. She walks with her nose to the wind, her head held high. She looks to the right, to the left, but she doesn’t see me. She’ll have to look at me anyway, see me, because I like her.
When I approach her, she is rather pleasant, but hey, we talk trivial things to each other. I can see that she takes me for a kid. We’re both 16, but I look younger. In the photo of my 125 license, I barely have a little fluff. However, when I tell him that I have a motorbike, I immediately change my status in his eyes. It must be the symbol of escape and freedom that speaks to him. And it works, because we end up dating. She reads philosophy and psychology books whose titles I don’t understand, but I’m interested. She is cultured, intelligent, she fascinates me. He’s the first person I’ve had sex with. We smoke cigarettes in my room. I’m in love. Her independent side, fearing nothing, fending for herself… I love her way of being. William the Conqueror, she is much more so than me.
At the end of the school year, she said to me: “Listen Guillaume, next year I’m going to college 50 kilometers away, we won’t see each other often, I’m going to meet lots of people, we can’t continue together…” Me, I’m going to enter in 1D. I try to make her stay, but I quickly understand that I have no choice. In a human relationship, when we disagree, it is always the no that wins, never the yes. It’s clear and honest of him, but it makes me unhappy.
We still keep in touch, we call each other, we meet in the evening and as soon as I have my car, I go to see her in her student apartment. I agree to meet his guys, I surprise myself by not being jealous. There are even some with whom I get along well. All my friends tell me I’m in love with her, but I have no words. What I feel for Christine is unique, I don’t want to lose her, even if it hurts me to see her fluttering and feeling like she’s slipping away from me. When we’re both single, we have little furtive moments of happiness together, rare, delicious. Then, Christine always leaves, like a wild cat.
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