A buddy told me one day that a love story between him and a girl was born. The beginning of idyll was a promising one, with moonlight rides, followed by passionate nights of love and sweet sleep in the morning, wrapped in one another’s arms. It seemed that everything was going through the two of them, and nothing could shake the connection that united them, so for the first time in his life, he started to think about marriage; how about the guys’ warnings, how the guy was interested, and that he had another lover, had forgotten.
That one day, when he got a phone call from a buddy who told him he’d gotten his girlfriend upset with a guy in a park. When he heard it, he was going to give his fists in his head despite not listening to his friends. She first thought of pursuing her, but she was too afraid that it would be true for her friends, but she did not have asthma, she would have to find out. It was true, he deceived him. He claimed to be good at people, and especially in women, that is why he received it at first with his arms open and offered him his heart.
He suffered as he suffered, but eventually healed himself. And slowly, with time, he almost forgot about their relationship, though I think he still loved her in her soul.