Lovestory

 It is very difficult to express in words the feeling of separation at the moment when the bus took me further and further away from my love. It was like thousands of red-hot daggers thrust into my heart, which was emitting pain, leaving a continuous plume from the hotel along the road along which the bus driver picked up speed, thereby invisibly contributing to the separation of the two lovers.  My soul was screaming and demanding  that I immediately I stopped the bus and ran back, lifted my baby in my arms and never let go, gave her so much love that at every birth she was only mine.  But the steel voice of my stern father, echoing in my head, returned me to reality, forcing me to sit motionless in my place. My mind frantically tried to put everything in its place, comforting me with hot memories, so pleasantly burning every cell of my body.  At that very moment, I remembered our first quarrel, which I had not mentioned in any of their chapters. It happened on...

  With anxiety and panic in our hearts, we both looked at each other, and time, on the other hand, felt unable to curb its speed. Her hand was in my hand and we were waiting for the bus.  Today, as if nature has realized that the day of separation of two loving hearts has come, so the winds high in the sky drove the clouds together, turning them into a huge gray veil.  The lump in my throat squeezed so hard that I simply could not say anything to my beloved, barely squeezing out of myself: "I love you and take care of you in any situation ..." hug each other, just a few minutes, as the noise of the approaching bus instantly stirred up my blood with fire, mercilessly burning our last seconds.  Today I didn't give a damn about this world and people. I hugged my love one last time, holding it tightly to my chest. On the last one, I kissed her hot and moist lips, savoring this unique taste, which was forever imprinted in my soul, for which I will yearn so much every day ...

  We sat down on our scooter again, and her arms wrapped around my body as tightly as if the roots of a tree were holding the ground around it.  Her love for me is my roots, and my love is her strength. I controlled the scooter with one hand, and the other held her hands, all the time showing her that I was there, like the wind inside her, like the beating of her heart.  Our time was running out inexorably, and upon reaching the hotel, both of us, in love, began to move to our room, holding hands. Even our steps were slowed down today. Feet, like cotton, did not want to obey, because our separation was inevitable.  Entering the room, I hugged my love, and we lay down on the bed together. As if the whole world was in my hands, and why not, because my love is my wonderful world, which belongs only to me with this soul and heart.  We went mad with love and ran away from home, two involuntary birds that left their cages only for a while, finding freedom in heaven, i...