January 1, some years ago, evening…
…We are sitting in your living room and we’re surrounded by your neighbors and relatives. They came to greet your parents, grandparents and to wish them good luck as it’s the beginning of the year. The Christmas tree is on its usual place, next to the door heading to the living room. The heater is next to the tree, decorated in the best way possible. Candy canes, fruit, animals, snowmen, angels and snowflake images… Your parents will never miss a spot on the tree!
Here you are, sitting on the couch me with your handsome angel face, and I am looking at your face enjoying every moment of your presence. We are at the same age, about 13-14 years old. A good looking neighbor of yours, an 18-year-old teenager, is sitting around the table with the rest of the adults. They are discussing something on politics or economic situation of the country. Boriiiing!
We are sitting on the couch and just talking. Then you notice my look when I follow the speech of the 18-year-old teenager.
-Hey, RJ?,-you try to attract my attention.
-Yeah?,-and I am admiring your face once more.
-Do you find that boy attractive?,-you ask.
-Sure, just look at his face! Besides, he is very mature,- I am just fond of teasing you. Well, the boy is definitely handsome. But he is not as much handsome as you are. Well, you won’t hear anything like this from me!
After 3-4 minutes of self-discussion, your question drives me feel crazy.
-Well, in that case would you like to marry him?
-Well, I suppose I would like to marry you instead! (In my mind, I am screaming.What a shame! What have you just said RJ? What the hell were you thinking?) Kidding! Let’s just focus on something else. I have said that he is definitely attractive and handsome. But that doesn’t mean I will fall in love with him immediately! Let’s play cards!, -I insist.
-Sure, I’ll bring the cards.
You start mixing the cards and then suddenly the 18-year-old boy approaches us.
-Hey, mind if me and my friend join you to play?,-the dream boy asks me and you. His friend is a guy of 25.
-Sure. We’ll divide in teams and play against each other. I’m with my sista,-you answer. I hate you idiot! Sista? I am head over heels with you and you call me ”sista”? We start the game. I know I will win anything as long as we’re together. We always win when we are together on the same team. After winning a couple of games the 18-year-old boy notes, referring to me.
-Well, you have an unstoppable sista. What a charming and beautiful girl! Do you have an account on Facebook or other social media? At least an email, so we can be in touch. I won’t miss an opportunity to get to know you.
-Well, we’re not related. I just call her sista, and I am her bro. And we have a movie to watch together,-you insist and we go to your room.
-What was that for? He has just asked my Facebook account! And he wanted to be in touch with me!,-I almost scream.
-Well, he is not worth you, -you answer and I just shut my mouth.
More years passed…
January 1, evening, 6 p.m.. I’m getting ready to see you again. This is the best start of the year. We’re gonna watch a movie, talk about stupid things and laugh on the same topics. We’re gonna share our deepest secrets with each other. And I will tell you how much I love Robert Pattinson (which will drive you crazy. But, frankly speaking I love Taylor Lautner more). And I will drive you crazy, fight with you and then we’ll share our personal problems trying to solve them together.
The last years
Hey, it’s the January 1 again. And I miss you… For some time I don’t have a chance to see you even once a year. January 1 was our special day. Or should I say our evening?
I miss the way we used to spend the 1st day of the year. I miss your angel face, though I don’t think I love you anymore. I just miss being friends with you. Oh, boy, I even miss your neighbor whom I will never see again.
I just miss being your little sista. Even that will be enough now.