Nicu

Oh my Nicu.
He is so great.
He is 19 years old. He has been at this orphanage for 10 years. He is so smart. When we talked he knew things that many of the kids don't know, or even really care about. He talked about government and policies and the U.S. and geography. He knew the different airports in Bucharest and which one I was probably flying out of and where it was. He is so special to me. We made bracelets together, we sat on the swings together, we laughed, and when we had to say goodbye, we were sad together. He made me a bracelet. He picked out the colors pink and this light blueish green color that we had. He picked those because he thought since I am a girl I like pink and he liked the other one. I started it for him and then he made it for me. When he put it on me he told me not to take it off because it was an "amintire" or something to remember him by. I still have it on.
One day when we were talking he asked me if I had a boyfriend. I told him no I don't. He said that was a good thing because that way I didn't have to worry about a boyfriend missing me or be missing him too much while I was working with them. He also told me that when I do get a boyfriend I am to bring him to Romania so that Nicu can meet him and approve. It was so funny when I was talking to him. He totally went into almost an older brother lecture mode about it.

When he had to leave the day he came to the carnival... the last day I saw him, he told me not to cry because he was sure that we would see each other again. He said that we only have to be apart for a little while before we will see each other. It was so sweet and only made me cry more.