my life is a lovestory part 5

(this is not a lovestory, but it is an important part of my story)

november night, but i did not feel it inbetween the alcohol and my heavy coat.
i was at that bar, that i frequently go to, where the music is good and the beer cheap.
i went on my own, as i often do, just to see who would be there.
i was tipsy from the red wine i had been drinking and i mainly have vague memories, but all of a sudden we stood there, our lips against each others, him and i.
it was a nice moment and he had the softest, curliest hair.

he did not live here anymore, he had left for a bigger city and he only came home once a month or less.

he is probably the most charming boy i have ever met and i have to admit i fell hard for him, well, as hard as it is possible to fall for a crush that is supposed to stay nothing but a crush.
we spent some drunken nights together, going back to his friends place, my place and even a hotel when we had nowhere else to go.
he was kind of crazy as well, and during the time i saw him the most, i ended up going home or falling asleep at five in the morning, eventhough i started to work at eight.

before he went back to his city, we kissed goodbye at the most uncharming place in this city, but for that moment, it was perfect. i did not know when i would meet him the next time and i did not want to cry over a boy in another country, so instead of missing him, i went out drinking and dancing a lot in bars and clubs.

i chainsmoked every time for two months when i thought about him and how nice we could have had it.