The benefits of conversations for lovers

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Since the first grade, I liked Sergey, and he liked me. We sat at the same desk and helped each other in every way we could: we gave each other tips in words we could understand only, if necessary, we let each other copy, we shared mom’s sandwiches. By about eighth grade, we were taking walks in the park, going to the movies, and sitting in an empty classroom together for long periods of time. The closer I got to graduation, the more confident I became that we would spend the rest of our lives together as a family. Only Sergei and I didn’t talk about it. At that age I did not understand that a woman’s idea of happiness was different from a man’s.

Before graduation, we enthusiastically rehearsed a celebratory concert. We rehearsed until almost midnight. Happy and tired, we all went home with each other. We walked a couple of blocks with Sergey and, suddenly, he ran away from me, waved and jumped into the streetcar. I’m just shocked. I stood there, pulled myself together and decided that tomorrow, at the prom, everything will be different.

And tomorrow, at graduation, my beloved just got his diploma and left, didn’t stay for the dance or go to see the sunrise.

I met Sergei a few months later. He tilted his head guiltily and said quietly: “I want to consult with you. What should I do? I was close to my classmate. She’s pregnant.” I said what my upbringing told me to say, “Sure, get married.

The next time we met was five years later, at a reunion of classmates. I organized that meeting, but I was busy and couldn’t talk to Sergei.

Our conversation took place only recently. When, almost accidentally, I found out on the Odnoklassniki site that Sergei has only one child of preschool age. There was no way a girl could have been born years ago after a chance encounter.

I got up to something there (nerve, sass, impatience) and wrote to him. It turned out that then, before the prom, he was just scared that he’d have to get married. He wasn’t ready for such a step. So he made up a story about the pregnancy of a classmate. And later, five years later, he couldn’t change his mind either and came up with an explanation.

I would like to say to everyone, girls and boys alike: before you break up, try to ask each other these necessary questions and answer them honestly and sincerely. Life with the person you love is worth it.