marriages and other stuff

she was very quick to share her love stories with me. it was only two weeks we had lived together, and she told me about all (ehm, all sounds a lot - it was, of course, not) her boys. i just listened and did not even think about sharing my secrets.

minute 71 of this sweet comedy, and we are laughing on her bed, i pull a rose from my hair i picked up on todays walk and say: here we are, in your bed, finally, after three months! we break into hard laugh again, bringing tears into our eyes.

you know what? i took a screenshot of that picture of him i found online and saved it in my library, i say from nowhere. she knows my stories already and i say whatever bothers me, the smallest thing, the biggest man, or the least important thing right now.

~~but i started about the picture, or the man on it: after he took what only one man can take from you and kissed my lips one more time, since that night i have not seen him. first he left to military, then i left, and no social network search has ever generated his name. pity. until i randomly found it. its him! maybe a few extra wrinkles around his eyes, holding a wedding bouquet, polished shoes, white bow tie, dark suit, slight - even almost sarcastic - smile. so, i took a screen shot, put it in my picture library.

- k., seriously, tomorrow its three months already weve been here!

- i know, we clicked so well! even with my best girlfriend we could not spend so much time together!

i jump to her bed again. feeling nostalgic. he got married - good for him!