Lovestory

  I still suffered from separation from my girlfriend, not noticing anything around. My inflamed heart pounded heavily in my chest, urging me to return, but, overcoming this voluptuous desire, I bought a return ticket for the train that was supposed to take me home.  From the moment we broke up, our communication in the messenger resumed, from which it all started a few months ago. She returned to our hotel restaurant, sat down at a round table surrounded by bushes strewn with pink flowers, and took a selfie photo in which she smiled her sweet smile to support me and show that she was perfectly fine and holding up, not looking at loneliness!  My heart calmed down a bit and I asked her what she wants to do next? “I don’t want to go back to our room without you, my dear,” she replied, “so I’ll go to our mutual friends and spend the rest of the time with them!”  ... A few days earlier we met two tourists from Russia who were neighbors of our old hotel room where we spen...

  There was only one difference between raindrops and tears from my eyes: today the rain gave other people happy moments, and my tears brought me grief from separation from my love.  When I opened my eyes after remembering our love moments, I was already at the bus station, from where I needed to take another bus to the train station. With a heavy heart, I got on the bus going to the station with my luggage, and again began to move further and further away from my beloved girl.  I plunged into myself, remembering the wonderful moments spent with my love. My soul tore, and in my heart an uncontrollable storm was born, which, with the memory of my love, took away my tears.  Sitting on the bus, I once again immersed myself in the moments spent in Goa, which soaked my whole being, every cell of my mind. In one of the parts described in my love story, we went together to watch the Hollywood film "Miracle", from which we soon left without finishing it, and my love remember...