‘I love you, to the moon and back.’
16 years old and being totally clueless of what the summer would bring. That sounds a whole lot like Lisa, now already three years ago.
That summer, the summer of 2011, had so many things she could look out for and since she didn’t had a boyfriend, she could do whatever she wanted. She was going to Italy with her parents and sister and she was going to see her friends a lot. But her absolute favorite, was going on summercamp with her best friend Emilia. They always had so much fun together and they knew each other since the age of 5.
Finally the day of department had arrived. She had packed all of her stuff – like always way too much, but don’t all girls have that issue? – and was totally ready to leave. She said goodbye to her mom and dad and hopped on the bus. Emilia and Lisa were immediately in the happy holiday-mood, they hadn’t seen each other for too long so there surely was enough to talk about.
Lisa told me, she still remembers the first time she saw him. Actually it was due Emilia, she spotted a friend of him, ‘oh look at that boy with the red sweater, he’s cute!’, but Lisa didn’t see the boy with the red sweater, it was his friend who pulled her attention. It didn’t take long before they got to know each other, his name was Nick and he was also 16 years old. After a few days of laughing and talking and subtle eye contacts, she fell in love with him.
Of course the number one question was is he loved her back, she just couldn’t figure it out, while it was actually quite obvious if you look back at it now. They became close and when they went to the beach the last day of camp, they first kissed. They kissed in the sea and he whispered in her ear, ‘I love you, to the moon and back’ and she was the happiest girl alive.
Well, I think you already figured out there is no Lisa and Nick, it’s about my boyfriend and me, who are now – three years later – still together and really in love. I know, it’s a cliché teenage lovestory, but I did warn you in the title, didn’t I? And doesn’t everybody like some cliché, way too predictable lovestory now and then, whereby they don’t have to think too much? At least I do, especially when it’s my own.
See you soon sleepyheads,