Primeiramente: sim, o texto é em inglês. E não, não vou traduzir.
The story I am going to tell is story of a girl who met a boy. She was pretty, she was confident, she had auburn hair, and she was everything I want to be now. Her hazel eyes could hypnotize any man she would ever come across. When she started talking, everyone stopped to listen to her, even if it was only to listen to her voice. She only had a problem: her friend. He was everything she loved and hated in the same person. Anna and Aaron were just perfect to each other, but they could also be the worst enemies. And sometimes they were.
Aaron was the kind of boy you want to hug and hold. He was tall and he had wavy light-brown hair. He had milky skin, with some freckles on his cheeks. His lopsided grin could make Anna feels safe with him, but it also could make her want to have sex with him, the kinkiest kind of sex. That smile made her want to try different things. That smile made her want to do bad things.
They were always arguing and it looked like it would be always like this: they couldn’t be together, but they wanted so. Some friends said that one day they would have a real fight; others said that they would marry. “It’s all about Freud”. How could they marry if they hadn’t even kissed each other? How could they live together until the end of their lives if they stayed five minutes together they would start arguing? And how could they harm each other if they only cared for each other?
They first met each other in the line of a cafeteria close to the university. Aaron was the next and she was just behind him. He was in doubt whether to order a Cappuccino or an Espresso. She had just interrupted the customer service and asked why he needed coffee.
“I just need to restore my energy.” He said. She stared at him: he was really handsome. But at the same time, he looked like that kind of guy that is always surrounded by cheerleaders and hot girls.
“So take an Irish Coffee”, she said. For a moment, she forgot what was she was going to order. Anna turned back her attention to her cellphone. How could that happen? She had been used to order the same thing for such a long time. How could a man she had never met before distract her that way?
He ordered an Irish Coffee, but didn’t have the chance to thank her until two years later. They met each other again at a restaurant, at a friend’s birthday. And there they found out that they were studying at the same university. He recognized her as the girl from the cafeteria and said to her that Irish Coffee was the best part of that day to him. They agreed on a date to have dinner together after classes at the university in order to know each other better. And at that dinner was when they realized how different they were. They had one of the most heated argument they would ever have. They argued about crying. She didn’t believe in love. She had got hurt with love many times before, and it made her as cold as an icy stone. It didn’t matter how much she was affected by something, she was now an expert in hiding her feelings. On the other hand, he lived with love, he lived for love and through love. He was love himself. He was warm, romantic, and optimistic.
“C’mon, man. Honor your balls! You shouldn’t stop a discussion just because a woman is crying.” Anna said.
“Why not? I don’t like woman crying. I feel responsible for it.” He replied.
“You’re just like the frail woman of the relationship.”
He was getting mad at being called a frail woman. How dare she? He had to find a way to defeat her in this argument, but he realized that when it were about emotions, she was more rational, and would always win.
“You have to overcome what you’ve gone through. You cannot let you past experiences define what you feel about emotions.”
“You know nothing about this.”