Hah, Ryu, I thought you didn\'t like all this off-topic stuff

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Anyway, I\'ll take this one seriously. I\'ll tell you something that I usually keep into my secrets list, but maybe this is what I need. Maybe I need to talk about it a little, and is much easier to me to talk about it with people that I\'ll never meet, in an anonimous forum on the internet, than in real life. There it goes, and if you (the reader) aren\'t going to take this seriously, please skip this useless post.
To tell you the truth, there\'s only one "event" that I\'d want to change if I could.
Well, it hapenned about 8-10 years ago. At that time, my life was very chaotic (there\'re a lot of bad and strange things going on), and I was a bit lost to say the least. My mother were always at work (at least that\'s what I thought at that time, stupid me), and my father... well, I\'ve only seen him 4-5 times in my entire life so...
I was alone at home most of the time, and for some reason people\'s presence bothered me during those 2 years. I just wanted to be alone for some time, but I\'m not sure why.
That year, I started in a new class. It was the nicest group of people I\'ve never met, but I didn\'t care at that time (yes, I was kinda
stupid). The situation was like that for a few weeks, until I started to talk with one girl (the sister of one of my friends).
How would I describe her? Have you ever met a person as good that makes you believe again in humanity? That makes you recover the faith?. That\'s her.
I was in a bad point of my life, and I wanted to keep everybody away from me, even her. At first, I was totally indifferent with her. That worked well until then, but the only thing she did was smile at me, like if she knew that I was acting. That left me confused everytime I was with her. Then the things went worse, and I was quiet and distant continuously. But she never left me; she did and said some things that I\'ll never forget, and I think that she has changed me completely (it\'s hard to explain in a few words).
Some time later, I had to move to my granmother\'s house (family stuff, and not too nice), and I left her. I don\'t know what she\'s doing now, maybe she\'s even married, but I find it impossible to forgive her. If I had the chance, I\'ll go back in time, go to where I lived and had a great/long conversation with the little me until he stopped acting like a moron, and started to look at the right place.
But, maybe, I lost my chance.
PS: Hey, you did ask, didn\'t you?
