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It just occurred to me that maybe someday I would like to remember some stuff, because even though I don't think I can forget, we never know how everything is going to turn out.
I still remember when we first met, it's silly and maybe surprising how I remember that particularly. First time I interacted with him it was in the surgery clinic (because during that period we met), we were waiting for the class and I remember he was talking with somebody and I thought "this dude is in the same group one of my besties, he has something (a yenesecuá), I must adress him since he's going to soens so much time with her and probably become friends" and that's it.
The next shocking memory I hold was a random thing that happened several months later. I was rotating in the emergency service and he came close to handle me the robe of my bestie so I could return it to her. But I still remember he addressed me as "Azu" as he asked me for the favor, I was so shocked I almost didn't hear what was the favor. I am very delicate with my name, we hadn't interacted that much so he could be allowed to call me that. I talked to my friend and discovered he had a problem listening to the fact that I was picky with my name so I let it passed because I thought he was nice and didn't want to move backwards into a friendship. I'm still shook.
Our first kiss has come to my mind several times lately, while we're kissing and while we're not. First kisses tend to be awkward, this one was awkward too but not embarrassing. I had been doubting if we were dating or what the fuck had we been doing, this was our "third date" speaking and I was in his bedroom watching an old episode of Game of Thrones. Yeah, probably it was pretty obvious we were dating, sitting in the same bed, at night, alone. But I'M NEVER SURE OF THINGS. And I was going mad in my head trying to figure it out, when he put his arm around me (I didn't remember this I'm guessing he did since...), and put his hand so close to mine so they would touch. I put my hand into his. Then he gave me a kiss in my forehead and I (finally) understood he was asking for permission. So I got all my shit together and looked at him and kissed his cheek. And that was it. Then he kiss me. I hadn't been kissed for about 6 years, SIX FUCKING YEARS!! And for the first time (EVERRR) I didn't feel disgusted, I felt excited. A meteorite fell from the sky that day. Talk to me about fate stuff.