“I loved Inna with all my heart for about four years, but ... I was way below her league. Avery beautiful girl, tall, with delicate features. She was shy, but also bold when she felt at ease, that is she liked to flirt, she was full of life, she wanted to go out to the movies, to the beach, walks, normal things for a teenage girl. I suffered a lot, but I never told her that I loved her, we were good friends and all that, but Inna knew ... such feelings cannot really be kept hidden. We had lovely moments of closeness, as it was at a party on my birthday, on a blues, when the lights were turned off, she went down on her knees, hugged me and danced with me in the dark ... it was like a dream: four minutes of happiness ... Or there were days when she took me and we strolled along the hallway of the block — it was long and we ambled by ourselves, sometimes for an entire hour, talking about everything. I always wonderful what it would have been if I had told her then... After a New Year's Eve, on January 1 or 2, I found out that my good friend Laurentiu had become her lover, although he had been privy to my feelings ... It always had been a silent agreement between us that he would never be with her, and ... I was deeply hurt by what he did. I didn't blame him, I just treated him with indifference, I didn't talk to him anymore. Two days later, I found out they split. Laurentiu chose our friendship over her. I didn't ask him for it, it was his decision.”