“Mom! I didn't know you were,” I hesitate when she raises a brow, “here.” I just finish. She looks at me in a very serious expression with some anger, but not that much. At least she's hiding it very well... “Oh, really?” eyebrow still raised, arms crossed. “Anyway, is that what you do nowadays? Hanging out with boys?” If you even knew...

“Mom, calm down,” I try to settle this without any necessary disputes. “Don't you see? I am calm.” gulp. “He's just a friend Ma, I'm serious!” I reassure her. “You think I believe that?” raising her chin a little. “Uhm... yes?” I smile nervously. “Can't I have friends who are of the opposite gender, mom?” ups, too loud, that was too loud.

She sighs. “That's not the problem,” she says closing her eyes and dropping her head a bit, making me raise a brow in confusion and curiosity. “Then, what?” I urge her to continue. “It's just... I'm worried, that's all.” Oh my, that was, unexpected, at least. “When you arrive with a boy late at night, I get all sorts of ideas, you know how mothers are.”

I squint my eyes in irritation. No. No I do not. I literally just went to the cinema from 1pm to 3:30pm, damn. I never knew moms could be like, that. “You worry too much, mom. I'm already in college, I can take care of my own, I'm an adult,” I try to smile. “But thanks, I appreciate it.” I say while hugging her.

“I love you.” “I love you too.” We break the hug when my mother pulls me away, holding me at both my shoulders, having a earnest expression. I blink two times in confusion before asking, “w-what?” when she suddenly smiles and honestly says these exact words:

“Although I have to admit, he is pretty hot. I give you permission.” Could you hear my jaw drop to the ground? “Never mind,” I say emotionless and brush past her. “Oh dear, could that have been a little bit too much?” she calls after me, laughing a little.

“Argh, shut up! You're just like Hannah!” I yell while ruffling my hair. “I'm in my room, don't disturb me until dinner!” I add, stomping to my room and closing the door. As I close the door, I lean against it and collapse to the ground, my feet unable to carry me any longer.

Friends, huh? Are we really friends? What are we? I don't know... I mean we technically- kissed, right? Although it was just a split second and we got interrupted, we both wanted it, didn't we? Urgh, love is so... annoying!

I drag myself to my bed and throw myself onto it, burying my face in my pillow. I close my eyes and try to sleep, try to think of anything else than Oliver. Just sleep, don't think. Just sleep, don't think... Just... sleep...

Yes, because on the last day, when the flowers stopped blooming, falling to the ground, withering, losing their color, although it was summer and the leafs stayed. They left me with the memory, the memory of this boy I would never forget, because he made me feel, what I only felt twice in my life. And losing him was the most painful thing in my entire life, and I would only forget that pain after meeting Oliver.