David

You've had a best friend since childhood, David. How did you meet him? You don't even remember. You only remember roughly when you met. David was 8 then, and you were 7—little kids, so to speak, at 11 years of an incomprehensible life at school.

Now you are both 16 and 9th grade has just begun, the peak of that time when you need to create your own life and think about what and where to go next.

Walking with him through the winter park, snowflakes fall on David and your heads, and bullfinches sang somewhere on a distant tree branch.

• David, how do you think the exams will go?

– I don’t even know. Maybe I’ll be lucky, maybe not, who knows. But you’ll write better than anyone, I have no doubt about it.

• What's wrong with you? I'm not that smart!

You pouted and turned away from him.

• Okay, what are you talking about? Let's go to my place, we'll warm up.

Holding hands, you and David began walking toward his house. Once there, you devoured his delicious pancakes with adoration. Once you were both full and lay down on the couch, he lay on top of you and kissed you. It was the first kiss. From him. In your lives.

• I'm so glad that I have you...