On vacation, I met a girl. I came with a friend, and she turned out to be local. We arrived at night to a party on the beach, cocktails, music, a sea breeze. And she is alone, she is beautiful, you can not take her eyes off. She wore a white dress, her blond hair fluttered in the wind, her little lame slipping from her shoulder. In short, that night, except for her, I did not see anyone. He stayed there for a few minutes, holding the air with his mouth until his friend pushed me in the back, did not force me up.
He approached, he found himself. It turned out that the beauty is called Lera, I said in response that I am Misha. She smiled at me so seductively, and I melted to the end. That night we did not separate, and the next night I invited her for a walk. She completely changed the style: fashionable jeans, white sneakers, jewelry, haircut, all spoke of her high financial position. I asked what she was doing, she replied that many. I did not try to ask. For a week, Lera and I had a great time. We went to the sea, we walked through the city, we went to nature. Once they entered the rain and kissed, they got wet from head to toe, while the bus waited. I did not feel happier before. Immediately he admitted that he fell in love, she answered that too. Thinking about that was painful, because I knew I would have to separate. For her, this world is her life,
Two days before departure, they had dinner with a friend in the city in a cafe. I decided to wash my hands, I went into the men's room, and there Lera ... with a mop. I already lost the gift of speech of surprise. I was scared, ran, wanted to escape, but I did not leave it. Closed with her in the bathroom, she asked me to tell you what made her do this. The explanation is simple: she has no close relatives and friends in this city, she came from the province six months ago. Living is expensive, products to buy, too. But salaries are good, that's where the floors are washed. But you can afford good clothes and parties.
I looked at him and understood: if it were not for one of these parts, we would not have met her. The last days we do not separate from each other. Saying goodbye when, my heart broke into pieces, I thought I would spit everything and I would stay; I also wash the floors, only next door. She was crying. A friend persuaded me to recover and go home. And you know what? I've been home for months, and it's like I'm there, with her, with Lerka. Waiting for the summer, saving money, parents are prepared for the fact that I will move. And I bring the bride to be known. And Lerka is waiting for me, calls every day, checks, my swallow is jealous.
Hola amigo (a). Linda historia. Espero que a cheques se le pasen los celos porque, seguramente, tu historia con Lerka durara mucho.
¡Espero que tengas un feliz jueves y que pases por mi perfil cuando gustes!