Love Story: Page 6


Page 6

June 2000 – South Shore, Nova Scotia

I had one half-day of school left before summer vacation began. My mom sent Achim to pick me up, and in a testament to how completely oblivious I was to any romantic possibility, I hadn’t even told my two best friends about him. They call it a “slow-motion moment”, when this cute, unknown boy came slowly weaving through the students sitting on the sun-warmed pavement in front of the school and locked his gaze on us.

We spent the next few days together, almost without pause. I would tag along with my family on whatever idyllic tourist experience my mom had planned for our visitor, somewhat less begrudgingly than usual. We canoe-stalked frogs, swam, ran along the pine-clustered seaside trails, and talked and talked and talked. It was so easy. There was none of that hot awkwardness that usually came with being around a boy in the presence of my family. He felt like family.

At night, we would hang around, puttering inconspicuously until everyone else had gone to bed and then we’d keep on talking. We would talk until the sky began to glow, scuttling off to our respective beds to the sound of my morning bird mother tapping her toothbrush on the upstairs sink. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I didn’t realize what was happening. I just didn’t think he saw me that way.

My sister arrived, smarting from the culture shock of returning to our tiny town after her glorious affair with independence. I remember her narrowed eyes as she watched us laughing together. I felt like I’d been caught in the act of something I couldn’t place.

Page 6/15. I’m a little behind but I’m making good time here, hoping to post another tonight or latest, early tomorrow! In case you missed this post, I’ll be writing and illustrating our story over the course of 30 days. It’s a true love story that spans 17 years. You can expect new “pages” posted every second day, from September 22-October 21.


p.s. Page 1Page 2, Page 3Page 4 and Page 5, if you’ve just started reading. 🙂

10 thoughts on “Love Story: Page 6

  1. Johanna

    I remember when we were standing around the island and you missed while drinking a glass of water and dripped some on your shirt. It was the kind of thing that would have normally made you SO EMBARASSED to have done around a boy you liked, but in this case you were so cool and hilarious about it. You went to take another drink and intentionally and very goofily dumped even more water on yourself, and then more, and more, until your glass was empty and your shirt was soaked, and then you went upstairs to change while laughing. And Achim, when he’d calmed down from laughing, said with this total look of infatuation in his eyes, “See, I just love hanging around creative fun girls!” And i remember being like “wait, wtf??? Does Achim like ELENA??!!!”

    1. Elena

      Lol, I know, thats, like one of my proudest moments the the fight against teenage awkwardness. Where the hell did I get the chutzpah to do that? I think on some level I was aware I was being admired. 🙂

  2. Lydia

    I shared your blog with a teacher friend who shares your gift for creativity, colour and caring as we worked well past 6:00 in her Learning Centre bogged down by cares. She was captivated by your illustrations and thoughtful posts and said in awe, “This is amazing” as she browsed. Finding some nuggets of gold, she mused, “This is just what I needed!” How nice that your work gives joy and inspiration!
    Love, Mom

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  4. Lena

    Finally the part that I was around for. Because it is all about me of course!
    Does Achim get a rebuttal to all this? Did he feel like the pursurer? What was he thinking?
    But I remember this time. I wonder if it will be like how I remember it was.

    1. Elena

      (Read with #10) Lol, I am curious to know if it matched your memory! Did it? And I shared every page with Achim before I published it, and he actually thought it was very accurate, although of course, from my perspective… so sometimes he was a little bit surprised at how I had perceived things. Mostly not though, since I have spent a good part of the last 7 or 8 years talking his year off. 🙂

      p.s. How do you like my speed of reply, Lena? 😉

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