Some time after leaving Larissa I needed to devote to communicate with your friends and the usual teenage pleasures. We drove on bicycles and roller skates. They climbed trees and occasionally put up a fight, as all the boys of our age.
The rumor about me and parting with Oksana quickly swept through the school.
Since parting with it was painless, and she was pleased that her stories about me were very positive, and I was kind of charming and nice guy who is interesting and fun.
There then appeared on the horizon Oksana. Fragile little girl with naive eyes and pretty face.
Unlike in Larisa Oksana was so much tenderness and childish, she struck me on the spot, and I immediately set to work. I had to get the love of a naive creation.
Oksana did not understand what I feel for her the most sincere feelings and want to be her boyfriend. She felt as if my mind was not connected with the feeling of love.
Oksana knew about Larissa and I think hearing about our fleeting romance and separation before she arrived.
Meanwhile, I began more and more frequently approached Oksana at recess, to ask about something insignificant, tell funny jokes and amuse her.
Oksana has been restrained in their emotions. But it was so charming and nice to see her happy face when you finally find the key and achieved its location.
I gradually fell in love with Oksana more and more. She, in turn, was not too keen on me and soon allowed to be with him, rather than as something to aim for our fellowship.
One day, when I went to Oksana so as always to get a dose of her charm, I knew from her behavior that she is no longer needed.
For a while I was still trying, as it is to win her attention, but to no avail, it was cold and indifferent, though welcoming.
Our strange relationship with Oksana lasted about a month.
But if Larisa I had my first experience of mutual Oksana gave me to understand that it is not always what we want (especially men) may be ours. And not everyone is as eager to communicate with you as you are with him.
When we come to this understanding, is always a question: and whether I'm good enough, I once rejected? And there began a period of self-doubt, to be cured. And the easiest way - is another person who can prove that you are worthy of love.
So I went in search of the healer that could heal my wounds.
And she found. And her name was - Varvara.
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