These past few days I frequently think of this guy I once knew. Tall dark and handsome, as they say. He used to work at a photocopying shop (is it, a shop? hm..) and we started talking once I had something complicated for print so he had to use a special printer.

I was very antisocial at that time in my life and was surprised he even wanted to talk to me, but for some reason he was interested in me, so he made an effort. I don’t know why, I just know that since then, every time I passed the place where he worked I looked If he’s there(I still do). And every now and then I went in, but I always had something for print. Sometimes he was there, and if the shop was full we just smiled at each other, then other times we perhaps shared a few words.

I went there when I met someone, who later became my boyfriend. I decided on that after seeing him. And once my boyfriend had something for print, so we went there. He saw me with him, so he just indicated a heart with his hands asking me if I’m in love. I smiled to my ears and nodded.

The day after I broke up with my boyfriend, the shop was empty and he asked me how I was. Not so good I said, probably. I don’t remember the exact words, I just remember telling him about my breakup. He immediately left the counter and went outside with me. We talked a bit about what happened. I said I don’t hate the guy and he said the guy’s a pig. And trough my watery eyes I smiled. That was the last I saw of him.