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The First Video Call: When Friendship Feels Like Love (Part 5)

A man sitting at his desk having a video call on his laptop with a female friend.

Our communication, I learned that she is married and has children ... all that she can give me in return ... is friendship, nothing more.
But all love always begins with friendship. Her friendship also meant a lot at that time, because a wave of love for her originated in my heart, and this wave is sure to grow every day.

Seeing only one photo of her, waves began to grow in me, so I did not want to miss the opportunity of friendship. I was so captured by the voice of my heart that I could not see anything around but her.

It’s as if I’m lost in the ocean, the depth of which is unknown, but the deeper I dive, the more I feel its greatness. Her image fascinated me, as if I was looking for her, and my search is complete.
During the correspondence, it seemed that the distance and time between us were negligible, or even completely meaningless.

 Once I decided to talk to her via video link ... to my surprise.
she agreed immediately, because she was also curious to look at me. A mysterious girl with dark, neatly cropped hair, delicate features and a cute smile, with dimples on both cheeks, looked from the screen of a mobile phone.

Her bright and burning eyes fascinated me, and I involuntarily smiled in response, embarrassed by confusion ... we did not have a common language, only our eyes spoke to each other.
From that moment we began to see each other every day. 

She communicated in sign language with elements of broken English, as far as she knew it since leaving school, and over time, chatting smoothly flowed into English.
For a video call, I ran away from relatives and hide under a huge tree in a small park, she took a break from her work and ran to date with me.

These were unforgettable days filled with excitement, happiness and pure in my heart. I want to explain to you, my dear readers, that I deliberately do not name names, since my love story is kept in strict confidence to this day ... and I do not want to change names either, it would not be fair to both of us ...

 Now I am I saw her every day, as I wanted.
Because, not seeing her, my day seemed incomplete, protracted and devastated. Seeing each other every day, sharing everything, trying to make her laugh is just my job.

We talked about everything: I initiated her into the innermost Indian traditions of my family, told the peculiarities of my religion, the variety of Indian dishes and much more.

she introduced me to Russian customs, culinary delights, and tried to teach me how to speak Russian, but for me it was a difficult test, and we laughed for a long time at my pronunciation.
Seeing the happiness on her innocent face, I felt as if my heart was the happiest and fullest in this world. 

With each passing day, my love for her grew. Since she was married, we spoke only during her working hours, since she was bound by some rules of the house and married life.

The night seemed incomplete without her message, it seemed that she too felt my uneasiness that I had fallen in love with her.
Now I had only one thing to do: open my feelings and confess my love to her, without receiving a refusal.

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