I don’t know if I could imagine a more magical story myself…
That day, I had just returned from a wild, profound journey – hitchhiking, with no plan, across the whole country, through mountains, the sea, a bunch of cities, people, and the strangest corners of my own experiences.
I remember coming back and, without even going home, meeting up with O. He asked if I had picked up any girls along the way. And of course, I said, “I wasn’t in the mood for that, I’m finally free, and I feel good being on my own.”
I remember he laughed and said that the last time he had that feeling – he met the love of his life.
Weirdo 👀
That evening, I was walking my friends’ dog. The moon was enchanting, and I took a photo – a sharp crescent moon as if hanging on the power lines. It seemed somehow… special to me. I posted it on my Instagram story, thinking no one would ever notice what I saw in it…
And then you replied.
You said: “The moon looks like it’s resting on a little string.” And it was such a small thing, but that small thing was important to me. And we started texting.
And our conversations went on for a long time. And you were so deep, and you felt me, you knew the answers, you touched me from within.
And then I saw that we had texted before. You had wished me a Happy Birthday, right when my inner journey began.
We texted day and night. And then we talked on the phone. And then you came back from abroad, and right away, without a second thought, I went to your city to meet you in person.
I remember the first time I saw you, and how my heart was pounding.
I remember the first time I hugged you, and then at the traffic light, you hugged me… And you so sensually took my hand, and we walked together, like a couple, on the first day we met.
You were the most beautiful flower I had ever seen in my life, and sometimes it felt strange to feel that you were near, that we were together now and this was my reality.
I’m so happy you dared to come to me in Ri. Crazy girl. Such sweet days in my hometown. The first, and the last…
And then I predicted another lockdown. And we dared to live together. I think it had barely been a month and a half for us.
And it was such a sweet period…
And then the winter began. And we had so many dreams about how we wanted to spend our first spring.
But the war started… And then we didn’t know if we would ever see each other again…
And then I met your parents. And then we moved to another country… without jobs or money, insane. And then we traveled together for the first time. And there were so many adventures, and challenges, and obstacles, and victories. And now it’s been 4 years, and we are setting up our home…
You are with me, and I am with you. And you know all my little things… you still know all the answers, and I still get goosebumps from how sensual, magical, and beautiful of a flower you are. The flower of my dreams.
No one has ever been so close, for so long, so strongly. No one knows what my life worth me. Only with you can I just be, and you will accept me and be by my side.
Of course, we argue sometimes. And it’s hard. It’s unbearably hard. It’s so hard because of how close we are to each other’s hearts, how naked I am feeling with you, and how easily you can lift me to the heavens and hurt me with the hellish pain.
But it would be even more unbearable to live a life without ever feeling your presence.
I still find it hard to believe that you exist in my life. And I don’t know if I could have dreamt up a more magical story myself… Which we are still writing.
And I’m loving you for a whole 4 years… ❤️