I was dealing with that innocent yet intense and heart-breaking crush what we usually live through in our
teenage years for the first time and the feeling remains irreplaceable. These crushes in many cases remain
ultimately unfulfilled, leaving question marks behind and as time passes leaves cute and tame memories.
He immediately noticed the red liquid in the clear bottle on my bedside table. I warned him not to drink it, because it
is love potion. Actually on that day was the first time we talked. We wore almost the same t-shirt and his
handwriting was like a spitting image of mine. And his name is… exactly like in those silly films. That means
something, right? By the way in the end he did not drink from it.