Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina.
October, Autumn 2004.

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Funny how you can fall in love with someone so quickly.

Funny how we kissed when we only know each other for only three months.

Funny how it had felt right that we kissed.

Funny how everything seemed okay when there was this constant problem at the back of our love.

Like how it was a problem for me to meet up with her in public because of the paparazzi and I didn't want her to get drag into my world.

She was still fifteen.

I was seventeen.

A fifteen year old is not supposed to taste the taste of fame yet.

Especially being known as Edin Džeko's 'sweetheart'.

She wouldn't be able to survive in my kind of world,

With the pressure and paparazzi following you everywhere and knowing everything.

And not to mention, my fangirls (yes I am well aware of them) would probably keep sending her hate.

I don't want that.

No.

She deserved love,

Not hate.

And that was exactly what I was giving to her.

I loved her.

It might seem ridiculous for a seventeen year old to love a fifteen year old,

But I did.

And what made me angry was the fact,

She wouldn't feel accepted if I introduced her to Bosnia.

She deserved to be treated better.

I still find it funny that we fell in love too quickly.

It seemed― surreal.

Too surreal indeed that it might pass as just imagination.

But we fell in love.

I kissed her.

And it was wonderful.

Our love was wonderful.

It might be surreal but I think that was the point why I fell in love with her.

She alone was too surreal for me.

Not that she was an angel from heaven because that's way too cheesy for me.

But because, she loved me for me.

She might not be perfect, but to me she was as perfect a person could be.

And I was thankful for our little surreal love.