True love
The man on the balcony thought for a moment. I thought about the unknown:
Every time I look at the sky I am surprised by the power of nature, it will be more accurate to express the power of God. In the atmosphere of our planet, there is a layer of thread, so far no one has been able to find out what they carry with them except for one. These threads contain unknown life energy that flows in only one direction. Sometimes some of them are excised and disappear, and instead of them immediately appear others that shine more intensely than the rest. But why we need them is still unknown to anyone.
And then his sun appears, which gives meaning to his boring life. She approached with quiet steps, without making a sound, slowly put her arm around her waist from behind and whispered “ “ I love you.” Goosebumps ran down his body, his smile widened, and his eyes became the same as those who feel love for the first time. Looking back, he caught the look of his wife, which gives you to understand the inner feelings of love.
We got married two years ago in the city of Antibes located along the French Riviera. The wedding was held modestly, without any secondary people and expensive productions. However, no one can forget that day, the air after the rain cleared the lungs, the scarlet colors of the 1947 Cheval Blanc wines decorated the table with the color of white bone, the waves carried with them a light cool breeze, and the sunset gave a touch of warmth and affection. Mozart’s symphonies were played in rhythm with the pounding of the heart, increasing the tension of young couples. The guests were delighted with such a fascinating view, not everyone can see such a perfect combination of nature with the image of modernity.
The woman in the white dress finally stole my heart by burying it in a corner of her own. I lost the ability to control myself. My hands would not obey, they grabbed Anjou by the waist and began to slowly pull her to my chest. Her sweet scent clouded my mind, and I was speechless. Her brown hair flutters in the wind making her even more feminine and beautiful. Clear cheekbones, blue eyes that sparkled like threads above us, and red lipstick made Anjou the goddess of all women. We showed the waltz to our visiting guests, which is considered a custom for all newlyweds in France. The wedding went better than expected, everyone was happy and there were no problems. Everyone was intoxicated with wine while I was intoxicated with my wife’s deity.
