into his arms like there were only two of us in the world. We lay on the bed as if it were a separate galaxy and probably thought the same thing. I was a little afraid of what might happen now, but I myself really wanted it. And here, my small breasts (of which I am so shy) quietly ended up in the hands of the still inexperienced Max. He wanted, he wanted me, although in truth he too was afraid. Max caressed my chest, slowly moving lower and lower.
- Are you sure? - I asked him frightened, hoping to hear an affirmative answer.
- Yes, my little, I was waiting for this!
I was reassured by the fact that he called me his own, so I decided to completely trust him.
Everything happened exactly as I dreamed, and Max looked so happy that a wide smile from ear to ear never left his mouth for a minute. We then embraced for a long time and did not want to let each other go.
- Do you love me? - I asked, kissing the beloved Max in the neck.
- Of course I love! - with the same radiant smile the guy answered.
I wondered for a moment why he had never said that he loved me. It was always necessary to ask, or speak first, in order to hear something like: I love you too. However, this time I did not want to quarrel, because I was immensely happy in his arms. What could be better than a hug? When you press your cheek to his neck, and he, smiling, inhales the smell of hair and so carefully, without accidentally releasing you from his hands, takes the naughty strand from your face. Tenderness abounds in every touch, and the sensation of spring awakens the senses, breaks like a river through a cold inhospitable dam in winter ...
Marina re-read this page from her diary again and again, trying to get her body and soul back to her when she was happy for the last time. But in fact, she was sitting on the windowsill, leaning out of the window and dreaming that one day he would return to her. Silently. Without many words. She will continue to look into the abyss of the night outside the window, and he will gently take her by the shoulders. This picture was repeated in her head as an endless gif, but she knew that this would never happen, and if it does, it will not be as she imagines.
- And how will it be, if not as presented? - Suddenly a very loud inner voice rang out.
- A very simple. - the girl began to answer herself. - I will sit on the windowsill, as always considering the flickering flickering of headlights, listening to non-abusive crickets, and of course, inhaling the smell of the city, it was revealed in a new way at night. And now ... he will go. Not understanding what is happening, I will throw myself into his arms, leaving all questions for later.
- So, what is next? - asked the same voice with notes of skepticism.
- And then ... I'll cry completely. I could never hold back tears and this time I could not. I love him so much.
- Not. Do not love. He is just a memory. Stop missing them already. Why can't you believe that he is no longer there? He died !!!
- Not true! - Suddenly, not mentally, but shouted out loud.
- What do you know? - said the girl and realized that she is talking to herself, that she herself asks herself to forget it and go on.
- But how? How can I do this if I love him so much?
This question hung in the air, and the restless crickets were quiet ... Marina once again took a deep breath of fresh air, smelled a starry sky and went to sleep. She did not want to return to this conversation anymore, but it seemed to her that as soon as she laid her head on the pillow, then, as always, a lot of thoughts about him would immediately go to her head. Surprisingly, this time everything happened differently. As a sledgehammer, she was nailed to the pillow and fell far, far away into sleep.
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