Love Story: Page 9
October 9, 2015
Six Years – Canada / Germany
Achim flew home and dealt with his broken hand. Started university. I spent the summer counselling at summer camp, playing soccer, going to the beach. I went back to high school. I tucked those early summer days away safely, a sweet memory that I didn’t dare to imagine would amount to anything. Life went on. He tried to call a few times, once right after I’d failed my driver’s test. I didn’t have time for him. Two years later I visited Germany again and didn’t even look him up. I think on some level, I didn’t want to spoil it.
I finished high school. Made the 2000 km hike to big city Toronto and started university. I had boyfriends, and not always the best ones. I grew up, in good ways and in harder ways. I got tougher, a little more skeptical. So when a letter came one summer in the middle of my undergrad, with a CD tucked inside bearing a pencil drawing in a style very similar to the face of our Bouyman, I had no romantic notions. “Some of the songs are in English,” he said. “Let me know what you think.” I put it on once, planning to listen more thoroughly later, and promptly lost it. So, the lyrics to that one song he wrote, the one at the end, track 10, were lost on me.
Six years passed.
Page 9/15. 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 the end of the story.
p.s. Page 1, Page 2, Page 3, Page 4, Page 5, Page 6, Page 7 and Page 8, if you’ve just started reading!