I flew like a butterfly on the fire in our relationship ... And he ...

I would like to share with you my story about a man who has fallen madly in love.

I've always been a very picky girl. My pretty appearance, a well-proportioned, well-formed figure and goodwill attracted and attracted the attention of the guys. Like any girl I wanted to meet a loved one. For me it was not an easy task. Among the guys who wanted to meet me were decent, good young people. But I was not enough. They could not catch me. I did not feel attraction with any of them.

I very seldom liked someone, but if liked, then I gave myself to my feeling with all my heart. If I fell in love, being a shy, never showed initiative first. I wrote poems, pondered, over time, left these fictitious inroads in the past. I still believe that all the guys I fell in love with, and who I liked, something I was taught, even if there was no relationship. When I was studying at a university abroad, on the first day of my acquaintance, one foreigner spoke to me. I liked him. Russian girls envied me and have already decided that we will definitely have a relationship. I did not have love at first sight. He seemed to me an interesting interlocutor, nothing more.

When I went to a nightclub with classmates, my new friend, a German, began to cling too frankly to me in the dance. I never allowed this attitude to me. I believe that the guy should gradually recognize the girl, in small harmless steps to check her sympathy, be gentle and at first not completely confident in reciprocity. I did not have much experience with guys, so I did not know how to react. The act of the guy discouraged and offended me. I walked away from him in silence. He tried to find a common language with me, and was serious about his intentions, as I later found out, but his haste and excessive initiative scared me off once and for all. And most importantly, I did not have a spark.

Six months later he left, because he came to study for exchange. I'm a little sorry for the guy, but I could not reciprocate. I liked the young teacher, who is eight years older than me, although I did not know him personally. It was a fleeting sympathy. When I saw him, he seemed to me a very intelligent, lively and charming man. This love did not drag me into the pool. I forgot about her because I did not know him personally and knew that our relationship, alas, is impossible. I could not imagine that I was mistaken.

We ourselves chose the subjects in the university, and the last semester I had to take his course. I was out for two pairs, because I did not know when this course begins. I very much apologized to him. Once he told me that only I honestly admitted my passes, and he very much appreciates my honesty. He asked what country I was from. He greeted me and asked how I was doing when we accidentally crossed into the institute. I sent him an invitation on the social network, but he said that he can not add all the students and added me to Skype. We corresponded all night, and he invited me to a Japanese restaurant. I was very carefree, fun and easy with him. He became a close friend to me.

I graduated from the university. We walked around the night city. I was sorely lacking time with him. Five hours of walking seemed seconds. Despite the hot southern temperament, he did not allow himself too much.

I felt safe when I was with him. He, from the very beginning of our meetings, made me understand that everything will be as I want, and he will never pressure me in anything. He treated me very much. One day he plied me with thin braids. As if by accident, he gently and tenderly stroked my ear. A few days later he kissed me. It happened in the twilight in a cafe. From the unexpectedness my head began to spin. I could feel the butterflies in his stomach, because he did not know if his impulse was in the interim. His excitement evaporated when I answered him in kind. I felt like a little girl in the hands of a gentle, adult man. He became for me a native person, a part of me.

I could not imagine what would happen to me if this kiss never happens again. I shed tears and looked into his eyes as gently as I could. I kind of said: "Stay with me forever, my love! Do not leave, please, tomorrow! I can not live without you! "He kissed me softly in the spout. He passionately kissed my ear, neck. I dissolve in it, forgetting everything in the world.

The next day he went to his country. I do not know how I survived a month without him. I cried the first few days, telling myself that no one could care for me as gently as he did. I cherished our moments. I was afraid that they would never happen again. I did not manage to give him all my love. I needed at least one meeting. My attachment to him has become too strong. I wanted to be small: to see him once, to get closer, and above all to make sure that our kiss was not an accidental episode. Walking to our places, memories covered me with my head. Emptiness and cold ... that's what I felt when I looked at our places: a cafe, a karaoke bar, a restaurant, a pedestrian street. In these places, our love story is written with an invisible pen. I remember exactly where we were sitting, walking, what we were doing.

He returned in a month. We cute communion on a warm summer evening. There was nothing between us. I had a very bright feeling of meeting with him, but something was missing. Probably, he felt the same. Suddenly he wrote to me in the evening that he would have met again. That night we merged in a passionate, such a long-awaited kiss. He gently stroked my head and put it on his chest. I trusted him. I felt the beating of his heart. I was his fragile girl, whom he defended and cared for. He approached me, looked at my reaction. Passionately kissing me, his hand began to stroke the bottom of my stomach, moving gently and slowly lower.

The next day I returned to Russia forever. I did not know how to live. I switched on Skype in anticipation of a letter from him. I fell in love with the magic moment when a letter with a number one popped up on the Skype badge. Receiving a letter from him, I blurred into a smile. But I wanted more: reach out to him with my hand, hug, kiss, feel the beating of his heart, to know that he is here, near, real, not virtual.

We met a few months later, when I returned to the country on business. I trusted him. We made love, although he did not dare to deprive me of virginity. I have long waited for the moment when I find myself in his arms, I will open before him. I wanted only him. He did not ask or insist, but always asked what I wanted. He was hot and passionate, at the same time so gentle and delicate, not losing a sense of control.

With tears in my eyes, I remember our last meeting. We had fun talking about everything in the world ... He knows me as a happy girl. It's true ... I was the happiest next to him. He never saw my tears. He did not hurt me, did he? Tears always appeared after realizing that he would be far away. He left to himself my ticket for the plane, and I did his research work. When he kissed me briefly, at parting, I could not restrain myself. I could not let him go. We kissed ... I barely held back tears when he tenderly embraced me. I pressed closer to him, we wanted each other. Unfortunately, I had to say goodbye. He gently stroked my head, looked me gently into my eyes and told me to continue studying, because I'm his student. I almost cried .. And just said: "For now."

He taught me to appreciate the moments and impressions that can be short, but so bright. It hurts me now. I want to hear his voice, touch him. More than anything in the world, I would like to be able to fall asleep and wake up with it. I wish he was there. Despite everything, I'm happy that he was in my life. He is the man of my dreams ... He always was tender and tender towards me. I flew like a butterfly on the fire in our relationship ... And he took care of me. He gave me a real holiday.