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Here am I, 20 years and 4 months old, still a little insecure, already a little reserved.

Here am I, who fell in love on Sunday, November 8^th at Orlovsky per. 7. Who fell in love with the most attractive man ever. Which certainly was a B I G mistake BECAUSE 
1) he was attractive 
2) too attractive to build any reliable relationship with

 But - gosh! - my heart really flipped when I saw him. So tall, so cute, so young, so suffering! Those barmy anaestesiologists forgot a small piece of tube in his vein so that it caused inflammation.

 Oh God, oh right. I even had difficulty breathing, because he was exactly the man I’d been dreaming about. The more I talked to him, the more obvious for me it became.

 He spent about 3 hours at the hospital going through X-ray, and medical examination, and one more X-ray…We had a nice chat while I was accompanying him between the floors showing the way, then helping him at the reception desk. This is exactly the place where I was supposed to meet my true love. Ironically enough.

 What I found out about him, is the fact that he is an English-language teacher from Britain, he’s 25 and is staying somewhere down Kutuzovsky Lane.

 So when he left I forgot about him. Just threw him out of my consciousness. This didn't mean that he was straight out of my sub-consciousness though. The whole world became brighter, like the light was suddenly turned on. Like a rainbow. Amazing, amazing…Haven’t experienced that for a while.

 Next morning I felt a desperate need to see him again. I knew that he was coming to the clinic again to see a vascular surgeon that evening, but I didn’t bring myself to go to that place for a “coincidence” date. I’m just not the type, you know.

 The whole evening I felt that sweet aching somewhere inside - possibly, where human heart and soul are supposed to be. Quite in the stomach area, I would say. Pretty unbearable feeling.

I managed his phone number but couldn't bring myself to call. That is so embarrassing to come into someone's life without a knock. We all should be informed in advance when love is planning to visit us, so that we get prepared. But it never happens! That's why I was confused.

 This morning I called him. Can you believe it, I called him! although it cost a whole load of self-persuading. He was moved, and I was on cloud nine to hear it in his terrific voice.

 I just asked how he felt, and he felt better. My call is not a special medical service, I added, but it is me, who was worried about him. (It gave me shrills to say it aloud, but anyway). He laughed and replied: thank you so much, thanks a lot, you are a beautiful person.

 Now I can’t say that I feel relieved, no. Rather satisfied and pleased with the fact that I did it. Sometimes it's worth daring something you thought you would never dare.

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