Here's the thing: all important females in my life are called Ana.
She's one of them.
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| We back then |
She's one of those people you meet and never let go. And she sticks around, even if you're stupid sometimes. She's the one that comforts in hard times and the one that laughs with you in good times.
You know when you talk to somebody and you're trying to remember a certain detail from the past, like what date that was or how were you dressed, and you can't?
Or if you're missing a paper, a document, a password?
You should ask Ana. She will know exactly what happened, where and how, or where did you put the thing you're looking for ten years ago.
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| Our home far away |
Even if she wasn't there, she will remember. She will know what happened that day, back then in my high school, cause she heard it once from someone and she engraved it in her brain.
She's like a walking encyclopedia of past. She's our official life log.
(There was one time she made a mistake, hint: Billa). But let's not get down that road now.
Back then, when we used to live together, Ana was the responsible one. She was the voice of reason and moral, and she used to take care of Gian and me, in our glorious times of fun and recklessness. (She was also the one who couldn't study because Gian and I switched the power off.
We weren't exactly the most empathetic sometimes.)
But let's face it - she thought us a lot. She survived with us, and she led us on a better path.
She is very committed - once she begins something, she doesn't stop until she's finished. She read a Dan Brown's book in 24 hours with no pause, and when she starts the video game, she has to finish it at once.
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| Playing the endless game and reading even when we're out |
She spent endless hours on a crappy computer we had back then, playing The Sims (unfortunately one of the games that has no end) and it took a while for us to get her off of it. Any other game where the end can be reached, she will finish it within the next 3 days. And I was the one who was addicted to games, not her.
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| Sometimes she gets crazy |
We did had some issues, though.
Once, I offended her deathly by saying she can't cook an egg (she was the only one who was cooking when we lived together).
She thinks life's too short to see the same movie twice, and I couldn't agree less.
She never really understood "A Clockwork Orange" and we endlessly fought about whether the movie is worthless (her point) or fabulously extraordinary (my point).
She never crosses the street on red light, no matter how small and irrelevant the street is, with no traffic, so I often continue walking, talking to myself like some weirdo, to realize later she's still on that side of the street, waiting for the green light.
She's the one that said, after watching "50 Shades of Grey" that the movie is good, only that they blew it up with that Playroom, and then offered a solution where they should have get married and redecorate the room to be a nursery.
She can drink one bear for an hour, and after 3 of them she's already wasted, but she doesn't give up. And that's still more than I can drink. We did have some drunk times though. Some were polite and fun, and some were just fun. We used to waste bottles and bottles of wine, home alone, and we needed nobody (those were the times when Gian didn't live with us anymore - otherwise, he would be very present).
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| Without any comment |
Generally, we couldn't be more different. She's a private person, she drinks almond milk and she wears Tom Tailor. She is very analytic and careful, she re-thinks, double checks and stores all important papers in files. She made a big fuss one time in a certain bank, because they wanted to charge her something and she found a mistake on the paper she got from them like 10 years ago, in a different city. Once she's done with somebody, she deletes all the contacts. She is super romantic, but principled and determine. Nobody wants to mess with her.
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| Who's who? |
I don't even know how we got along in the first place. But I guess we do share the same values and eventually we figured that out.
There was this seminar few years back, where we were learning something about management and how people work - and the teacher made us answer pile of questions, after which he made an assessment of us (there was 10 of us or so). Basically, while all the others were somewhere in the golden middle (which is normal), only the two of us were in the extreme areas.
Below's how that looked.
We're like heaven and hell, yin and yang, black and white cookie.
We have the balance.
I proposed a marriage to her once, but she refused. I had this idea where we could be married (not in a lesbian way, more like a friendly community), we could adopt some kids and we could have lovers aside. She somehow thought that this might be an unhealthy environment for everybody. I'm still processing that and hoping that one day she might see the obvious advantages of my plan.
I love her - because she's kind, polite, bold and fearless. There is nothing in this world that she can't do (except cross the street on a red light).
Like when she said, let's go to Canada, and she just left. We left.
So I'm here now, and she's not.
And all I can say is -
come back! Miss you.
From Toronto with love,
Giove
