We met for the first time in the New York subway, I was standing near one of the doors in the second car and at one of the stops I saw him enter, he was blond, green eyes, very attractive. He asked me: Do you believe in love at first sight? To which I answered: It's not love, it's chemistry, and at that moment I arrived at my station, so I got out of the train. What was my surprise? He came after me, now that I think about it, it may have seemed like harassment, but I felt confident and even happy that it was so.

His name was Alex, he accompanied me to my house, I lived with my parents, but they were not at that time, we started talking like two old friends, I toasted him juice and after a while he left, I remember it was in the month of August when we met, I was 19 years old.

That day was magnificent, and we didn't even kiss. After about two hours he left.

He came to see me a few days later, he invited me to go out for the weekend, and even though I had said yes, that Saturday I didn't show up, I had a lot of studying to do, with shame I confess that I sent him away, even so Alex was not discouraged and came to see me the following week.

He asked me out again, I accepted, he went to pick me up at home, I guess to prevent me from standing him up again, we went to the movies. On the way back, we went to his aunt's house, where he lived, and I met one of his cousins. By that time I was already very enthusiastic about him, it seemed to me that everything was going well.

My birthday came, we had arranged to meet that afternoon, but when I opened the door to leave for college I was surprised to get a bouquet of roses with a beautiful dedication. I have to say, at this point I was already in love, he filled me with romantic gestures and that melted me...

Alex also looked very much in love.

Sometimes he would show up at my house unannounced, and I loved that, I wanted to spend every minute of the day with him, my parents loved him too. I would work hard studying Monday through Friday to have my weekends free to be with Alex, nothing made me happier.

This was an intense relationship, the most intense I had ever experienced, it scared me, but I had no reason to leave him.

The winter vacations were approaching, and we had planned to travel to Spain for two weeks, we were going to visit my sister, she had married a year ago and, due to my brother-in-law's job, they had gone to live there.

I was looking forward to the trip, I would get to know Spain, I would go on Alex's arm, nothing could be more perfect.

I am sad to say that the day of the flight Alex did not show up, my heart was heavy, I tried to hide it with my family, but from a distance you could see my sadness. I got tired of calling him, but no one answered at home. I still went to Spain in the hope that we would be reunited there.

During my stay in Spain, my sister took great care of me, and I tried to enjoy the trip, I assure you I tried, but I could not stop thinking about Alex, I was upset with him, I was intrigued by his attitude, I went over in my mind the conversation we would have on my return, I imagined all the answers he could give me, I called his house again, and I could not contact him, nobody answered the calls.

I was counting the days for my return, I had to go to see him...

Finally, the day arrived!

I was returning to New York, my family was waiting for me at the airport, if it hadn't been for them, I would have run immediately to Alex's house.

At home there was a big celebration for my return, which surprised me, because even though it was an eternity for me, it had only been two weeks since I left for Spain.

My parents invited some friends from the university, I was innocently looking for Alex in the crowd, but of course he wasn't there.

After the guests left, my parents sat down to talk with me, and asked me (in vain) not to go back to look for Alex, I kept silent, preferring not to say anything.

I had to wait until the university activities started so that I could escape to his house, since my parents always tried to be with me to prevent me from looking for him.

At last made it to his house...

I knocked on the door several times, but no one came out. I knocked on the door of several neighbors but no one knew about him, they even answered me puzzled, they didn't know him.

I kept repeating to myself, this sounds like something out of a fiction movie, how could they not know him? I had been there! I was with him in that house, his cousin was my friend?

My first love, the most intense I ever had, the one I loved like no one else, vanished. If it hadn't been for my parents, I would have gone crazy.

Many years have passed since I saw him for the first time, and although I was able to continue with my life, whenever I use the subway I always look for Alex among the people...