A love story

A love story..

Mostly every love story is about a prince and a Cinderella, about how they fall in love and live happily ever after. When people read the story and the title, they think it’s boring. This love story is going to be about true love. Love to live. About relationships with life and with no endings because life  doesn’t have endings – only more beginings to start with.

Once upon time lived an old man. He was poor,but happy. He was happy because of the life he lived. He broke every bone and lived every second like in a One Republic song. Nobody knew that he was happy and hungry, too - they just thought that he is another homeless man who needs some money for cigarettes. They didn’t want to know the story of his life.But one boy did – he simply  wanted to learn something new. Thus he gave some money for the man. He didn’t smell good,and he hadn’t eaten for several days. (This is not a regular story now that you think about it.) He refused. He said no to the boy who was giving him 5 euros.

He asked: “Boy, are you a millionaire?”

The boy said no. The old man continued to ask: “Where did you get the money?”. “My parents gave me the money”, the young child replied. “Are your parents millionaires?” The boy said no. “Then why are you giving me this money?”. The boy continued: “Well,every day when I go to school, I see you here lying on the ground. And I just think you need the money more then I need it.” The man refused to take the kind gift and so the boy left. He went to the shop and  bought a sketch book, a pen, some bread , a water bottle,some vegatebles and fruits, and cheese. The boy went back to the man. The graybeard was asleep.

At first, the thought he was dead from dehydration - he hadn’t drunk water for 3 days. The boy knew this because he followed the old man for the past few days. What the boy saw was  the brightest eyes and prettiest smile on the old mans’ face and the laughs he made in some moments.The boy knew that the man had a story. He went to the greybeard and screamed for help hysterically because he really liked this man and he wanted to now his story. The man was simply asleep. When the graybeard woke up, he was surrounded by ten people, all looking at him with these puppy eyes. The little boy had a heartattack. The man was scared so he hide his face in the jacket. The boy gave him the bag with things and said: “I will come by later and bring you some food. But you will have to fill the half of this scretchbook.”

The title was a love story. When the boy came back later, half of the sketchbook was full, yet the food was left untouched. He looked at the sketchbook that gave to the graybeard and was astonished. Inside the pieces of paper were beautiful drawings..and some text, too. He sat next to man and opened the book. On the first page of the sketchbook with big romantic letters the word ‘Love story’ was written and in the corner of the page in tiny Calibri-styled letters ‘A boring story by the homless grandpa’ was written,too. In the next pages the main charecter was a girl. Every girl had name and age in the story, apart from one.  There were 4 girls characterized in the sketchbook. The first one was very young, the second was a teen girl,  the third was thirty year-old woman. The last one was nameless, but looked middle-aged.

The boy tried  to ask something to the man, but the graybeard was eating the fruits so he didn’t want to disturb him. The next page was black,and the page after that - white. Afterwards in the page the word typical was written in big letters. The following pages had a gun, a hat, a forest, house,children,flowers,food,money,pills,a ring, the shadow of a boy,bills, beautiful scenery, the Eiffel tower, pyramids,skyscraypers, cars,animals drawn alltogether. In the next page after that a long text was written down. It said: “First of all, nobody knows what love is, they simply assume they do. So did I. I thought love is simply my relationships with some girls.Then I lost count of the girls and thought about were are they now, if the promises about being for each other till the end of my life still existed. Where is she now?

Am I poor? No.

Do I think my life is a waste of time? Of course not.

Am I obsessed with the girls? No.

Is something wrong with me? Maybe.

Am I crazy? Yes.

But am I happy? Most definetly.

Do I know what love is? No idea.

 Will I ever find out?  I don’t think so - I’m a 99 year-old man who’s on his deathbed.

 What should I do?  I’m 70 years old and I don’t have a very good health, yet I continue to live and currently I am writing the story of my life for some unkonwn boy on the street. I live on the street and I’m  happy.When I laugh and smile people think I am weird,but I’m not. And I don’t really care about what they think of me. Either way they look at me with these mad eyes. I am just a persone with awesome memories and a beautiful smile. My self-made past is  the reason why I’m on street, the reason why I am happy. The past I made is briliant, I am proud of it and in love with it, and in love with life I’ve lived and continue living.

Our life starts with our parents.We are tiny people,we love our parents and life,too. But this story is not about our relationships with our parents - it’s about the realtionships we have with our life. It’s the chances we take. The moments we enjoy. The roads we travel. The adventures we explore. The circumstances we deal with. The things we are not afraid of. That’s the life for me- that’s the story I want to tell my grandchildren. The story of the amazing memories of life.

The best part about it? This is only the beginning…