This happened on September 7, 2010. At 19:00 a guy called me. At that time, I returned home from dancing. Initially, communication for several days was neutral (hello, how are you, what are you doing, what's new), because for that period I was in love with a guy from Moscow. And she talked with Volchar so, for the friendly support.
Then, when I put an end to our relationship, for important reasons, I was left alone. Volchar skillfully used the moments and tried to be around this time (he talked on the phone every day). And so day after day and I began to feel some kind of affection for him. He showered me with compliments, he treated me well, he wanted me to be reciprocal, but in response he heard only silence, tk. I did not like ...
And one evening I decided to play a trick on him and asked: "Do you love me?" To which he immediately replied that yes. Until some time everything went on in pranks until I got used to it and I did not like it.
Day after day he asked for a meeting, but because I have strict parents, he had long to hear refusals.
April 15 still held a meeting. He came to my house with 7 white Dutch roses.
When he saw ....
... My heart stopped ...
And then I hoped my life would change.
Seeing his cold eyes,
She understood that there would be no peace with him.
But it did not matter to me ...
I understand ... that he was waiting ...
He made my heart beat faster ...
After the meeting, he called, and shared with me his impression. He said that how much I liked him, how my soul's strings touched the strings of his soul, what a good mother I have, and so on.
But it was summer and on June 20 he went to work in Feodosia, he left and I was left alone ....