Atticus

{are you a guy}

You spent your university years as expected: you had many friends and were the life of the party.

One day, some friends introduced you to Atticus. You found you had a lot in common, so you exchanged phone numbers.

One morning he texted you and invited you to dinner. You immediately canceled your meeting with friends and started getting ready.

After that, he invited you to restaurants more and more often, and soon asked you out. You agreed without hesitation.

Perhaps it was a spontaneous and ill-considered love. But you understood each other perfectly, and the passion between you only grew stronger. This was your first truly serious relationship.

But... over time you had to part.

Years passed. You were already over forty. Your wife left you, leaving behind the children. However, you were still the same cheerful person, and the children had already grown up.

One day, your eldest son asked you about your first love. You didn't want to tell him about your promiscuity and were about to make something up... when suddenly you remembered Atticus.

Your eyes lit up.

You spoke about him with such warmth and passion, as if you had become twenty years younger again and had once again become that carefree student who had once fallen so sincerely in love.