More back in November 2003 (being a chubby, curly-klassnitsa 11), I had a dispute with his girlfriend. And the essence of the dispute was the banal to the disgrace that we have chosen the object of the dispute (of course a nice guy from a neighboring school) and decided that the winner is the one he will see off the first home.
And so it began: in a month we leveled bangs, makeup and doing battle were given hot dancing in the disco, but the proposal to make the company on the way home were reported. Moreover, we never even caught his eyes on me ..
And one night a friend of mine confessed that in fact for a long time and much in love with him, and it's sad to tears. Well, do not throw the friend is in trouble ...
That same evening I went to him with a serious face and said: "The girl you see there? Today, to accompany her go. " She said as the cut))
He began to shy away, invent a bunch of excuses, and finally said that it holds only in that case, if I go with them. And I went ...
As you may have guessed, with her he did not work .. As, however, and we in the distant 2003 -em (although on the way home, he admitted that he had long, I like me and after our evening meeting with him became daily ).
We were young, proud and ambitious, the relationship did not develop, and we have decided to remain friends. In June 2004, we jokingly agreed that if one of us does not create a family, then exactly 10 years later we're married and move out to live in the nearby town of M.
My friend became a sailor, sailed the oceans and not start a serious relationship. I am a permanent nature and, therefore, was in a long and (as I then thought) a serious relationship.
My friend was there, we talked about his past and present, he chose the future. We talked about my relationship and periodically recalled that until the end of the agreement is getting closer and closer. And always between us there was some tension in the issue relates directly to the two of us ..
Then another in love ... Seriously, there was talk of marriage, it Ta_Samaya and he finally got lucky. I sincerely wished good luck and rushed on to deal with their relationship, which at that time had finally collapsed and rescue them had no desire.
In January 2013 he wrote to me from Brazil, that relationship ended once again, it never came out of the flight. It began daily correspondence: Brazil, America, Brazil again.
The morning I start with the letter: "Hey buddy! )) I still wake up .... make coffee and leaf through avtozhurnal ... we are on the Parana River, they say there are found anaconda ... etc ", all of the letters ended with the words" I'm your friend. " We talked about work, the weather, the plans for the summer, books and filmah..I somehow happened that in April I was full of ready to meet his flight.
And rushed attitude! During friendship so well we know each other, that together we were easily and comfortably. It turned out that we both went for happiness somewhere far away, although it was necessary to simply lend a hand.
Then was our first trip as a loving couple. Ten and a half months - letters, phone calls from all over the land, Skype, Viber and all other available means of communication. Letters have already ended with the words "Your Self" and I studied all the sea terms and large port cities around the world.
Now in August 2014, we went for the second flight beyond "just friendship" and my incoming letter ends with the words "Your Husband" .. Yes, we have not invested a little in the stipulated 10 years, but this is a trifle.
"I'm happy! A truly happy! Thank you, my dear beloved husband!
Your wife"
It would not be happy or how I found my love
The history of my love began in his student years. I was 19 years old when I realized that I love. This feeling can not be confused with anything. The person to whom I felt so anxious feeling called George and he was a little younger than me.
But the age difference was noticeable. We knew each other since childhood and have lived on the same street. We had a lot in common, at least, so it seemed to me. Of course, it all started with a strong friendship: joint hobbies, walking late at night, long conversations about everything.
A lot of time we spent together. Even common friends began to perceive us as a couple, "thick as thieves." The degree of my confidence in this man could not describe. Together we talked about life, shared secrets and often laughed to tears at the jokes, the meaning of which was known only to us.
Soon the friendship grew into romance. Hugs and kisses were already, to put it mildly, not very friendly. It seemed that I was in a fairy tale.
Still - the best friend a man has become a favorite. This all pointed to the fact that my feeling was mutual.
One fine evening (of course, when the parents were not at home) we had regular gatherings with friends. It was fun, but the time has come to go home. However, the Jura that night stayed with me.
It was steeped in the spirit of romance and love: radio plays softly on an old tape recorder, a dimly burning lamp on the table was unfinished wine, and we danced, hugged each other tight and at the same time very gently. That night I will never forget - the first intimacy with a man who is boundless trust ...
It seemed that this was the beginning of wonderful changes in my life, but I was wrong. Some time after our night together Jura behavior of several variables.
No, he does not disappear, but in communication with me was the restrained and somehow alienated. The reason for this I learned from friends in common. It turned out, Jura argued with the guys that will achieve intimacy with me.
As a result of their "services", he told all our friends. Moreover, the juicy details have become an excuse for nasty jokes and rumors that have come down even to the parents. I was especially disappointing since it was my first serious relationship.
The betrayal of such magnitude made me suffer greatly. Thank God I had a lot of support when my mother, with whom I have always had a relationship of trust, fortunately.
After collecting all the will in a fist, I turned her attention to the study. Approaching spring session (end of course). We had to learn a lot of educational material that, in fact, was then for me an escape from oppressive thoughts.
During the session, Yura, I stopped all contact. And he did not seek any explanations.
Successful completion of the session, it was decided to celebrate the group. I thought it was a good chance to relax and get away from all the problems. The party was a success - we had fun with fellow students from the soul.
To raise self-esteem, that evening I let me take care of one guy from our group by the name of Alex. During two years of joint studies, I do not pay any attention to him.
Probably will not happen to me all that sad story, I could not see to their true happiness. Since I started dating Alex somehow too serious and we can say, resentment and anger.
Jura, of course, came with an apology, but it was too late to develop relationships. Eventually, I forgave him. Moreover, I am grateful to him, even to some extent.
No matter how developed my relationship with Yuri unknown, but with Alex we live in perfect harmony for the ninth year, and we have a strong and friendly family.
Autumn Station My love story
Perron breathed autumn. People with backpacks, suitcases, bags, wrapped in scarves and coats purposefully moved: some in cash, some to the train, someone - to go into the city. Everything seemed very busy and things nobody no to that crept up in November, followed by the winter comes, or before it cant birds on the fifth platform flying somewhere in African latitudes, leaving us city dwellers to spend the winter in the gray metropolis .
Too busy people. Too business city. Too rapid fall. Even the sellers bought the coffee stalls give quick, like it is time to close.
I was standing at the box office ticket sales daily and confused trying to keep track of what happens to catch his position in the general rushing. No, I did not catch. Moreover, perhaps the best solution - also start moving.
The move, like all quickly, without thinking, without thinking about autumn, nor winter, nor on the forthcoming trip to Moscow, or the fact that I would return from Moscow I was in the winter, the snowy city. I'll be back, and then all will be somewhere to race, there will be no case to anyone before winter. And most importantly - I'll be all alone. Alone in the apartment, all alone on the way home from work, all alone in a cafe.
She announced that the train to Moscow is filed under landing. I sighed and moved toward the platform. Behind someone pushed me in the back: "Well, not the same one! Why go on the sides glazeesh? "- A serious lady clearly wanted to break through to the first carriage and quickly overtook me.
I am an outsider, but behind me, someone bumped. Preparing to hear another indignant question, I turned around. "Sorry! Thank you very suddenly regrouped in this series, and I have not had time to adjust your route! "He's not in a hurry. Slowly he said even stopped. Its as if the accident has brought to this platform. And absolutely no luggage. Just lost.
"Nothing! " - I smiled. "Where is the ninth car, far away? "- And indeed, I lost. "I do not know my fifth, I think ..." - nothing more rewarding to say I could not. "Ouch! Yes, there he is! Irkaaa! "- And my stranger leisurely rushed to embrace the conductor. I slowly moved on, leaving behind his short companion with Irkoy, the conductor 9 of the car, and their joyful hugs and talk about who is stronger missed.
The train started moving. To Moscow, I watched the autumn trees and rare clouds, wondering why their 30 I found a young man who would come to meet me to the car, like this one, Irkin ... man, I guess. Perhaps I was too busy with work or, for instance, the nature as it is today.
Conductor somehow especially carefully offered tea, carefully studied my passport, or comparing data with the ticket, or just the same as I was in no hurry. She asked why I return ticket. She smiled, knowing about the trip. Then he offered tea.
Then there was a long gloomy Moscow and the decision of intricate work issues. On the day of departure at the train station in Moscow, I deliberately went slowly. I dreamed that now again with someone accidentally come across, but he will not go to meet the conductor, and will go with me in the same car.
I look for me this time, no one offered. The conductors are either tired of the trips, or did not get enough sleep - the route was not the most convenient and the train arrived very early.
Look slid the gray rainy platform. The train slows down. I imagine solyus a hurried crowd. Greeters were few. Apparently, during the earliest. Among the rare people on the platform, I grabbed something familiar silhouette.
That's it ... Irkin husband. Again came to meet her ... That's the relationship in humans. Again, not in a hurry. Again he smiles contentedly. He stopped next to my carriage. Strangely, we have other conductors. Probably I lost again. I got off the train.
"As a business trip? "- It is to me. I got lost. He caught my confusion. "Since you went to Moscow, my sister. It is the conductor. And your car was driving her friend, also the conductor. I was told that you are on a business trip. And not married ... well, if you believe the passport. And, fortunately, the ticket you have been there and back, so I did not have much to do anything. "
I do not know what to say. I weakly believe in the fact that, faced with the girl on the platform, it is possible to fall in love ...
He almost read my thoughts. "Not that I've seen all those with whom I face in the streets ... It's just ... you are so confused that day were at the offices of daily sales, it seemed to me like you do not own the station in the noisy crowd. And then as you slowly walked to the train and it is so unusual for our city, I thought it would be good to you so leisurely walk in the park. I myself do not like to rush. "
I was silent. I thought. I rejoice. "You do not mind? ". I smiled slowly and confused. I did not mind. And very, very not in a hurry.
