… I still remember it … I remember his touch … I remember this street … the bustle of people around … I remember his concern about my problems … and the smell of chocolate … remember now … chocolate “air” porous … he bought it … but I refused to eat even a piece of … I was scared … in my eyes was the fear of seeing him … … he … just … hug me … then I could smell the chocolate …. I love him so … I just closed my eyes … now I am safe now … all is well …
… I’ve calmed down … we went on … but he would not let me for a moment … and I did not … struggled for the first time I stayed in his arms. … He went and tried to figure out why I was so scared, he is … like the big pessimists in the world …
-Vick … what happened?
-Nothing … just …. I have a girlfriend there one left and I’m afraid for her ….
-Well … so what happened?
-Nothing …. There are just morons in this world …
-Well … I understand … Vick … eat chocolate …. … So now in details … what happened?
I told the story of how I was with my girlfriend went to work …. Then we met her friends … .. guys who drank two to five liters a screwdriver … began to fight, to stick to her friend run into me …. She then said that Dennis (one of the guys) that something has happened and yes it does it in such a state has not seen …
What is … … when you’re bad, you bite someone who is closer … it turns out that the role of a friend to come and be bitten … …. I am certainly no friend to him, but always at your service … although the last 4-5 liters were unnecessary …
This day will forever remain in my memory … and even if it’s over …. I still remember it … I remember his touch … his arms and the smell of chocolate … – those memories enough to never cry about what this will end, but always smiling, about what it was … ..