'CHILDHOOD' [PROLOGUE]
I had always been overestimated. They believed that I could give the best of me in everything, all my effort on what they wanted me to do. But there was no moment in which they no longer believed that fantasy where I was perfect. I wasn’t, not even close. And they didn’t want to understand that, nor did they want to know it.
I’m talking about my parents. Well, they aren’t my biological parents actually; they’re my adoptive parents. When I was younger, I was abandoned in front of a hospital where I was picked up and cared for until my current parents adopted me. That’s what they had told me. Anyway, that’s not the point now, or maybe it is, but I don’t care anymore.
I hated when parents overestimated their children as if they were perfect prototypes that didn’t make any attitude offline, which it was a lie. We aren’t and we weren’t perfect; in our righteous lives, there is going to be a turn-off.
But I made the winner; falling in love and believing in it. Everyone sees it as a miracle of adolescence, as if it is perfect. Pink, flowers, and butterflies everywhere. But my story is not like that. No, gentlemen, my story is different. He was different. And so was I.
Someone once told me that we have attitudes and thoughts that make us unique, and it was right. We are all so different when we compare other people with ourselves. No one could ever judge us in saying what we have bad or good, because we don’t know if we lack of those flaws or virtues. We all have our differences.
But there was no more differences found in other people than in him and in me. We were completely different, nothing in common between the two. Not even physical. He liked being the center of curious looks, I preferred my privacy. He didn’t smile often, I laughed all the time. He liked being feared, I liked being loved. He was grumpy, I wasn’t. He had secrets, I hadn’t. He had a horrible past, I didn’t know about mine. He was him, I was me.
And so, with the two opposite poles, I ended up where I shouldn’t be because, unfortunately, he loved me, but I didn’t know if I felt the same after all.
