Hello ... So I began to narrate my story ... It seems to be nothing ... but including all the same there are so many special moments that cannot be explained. I'll start my story from the moment when we first met her. In principle, we were both still like children. Although, nevertheless, she was already 15 and I was almost already 20. Many spoke. Here ... cool. This is what you need if all goes nishtyak. You bring up the girl in your style. This is all nishtyak. At first I thought so too. But unfortunately everything happened differently. She caught me extremely independent. Or rather not independent but simply very proud and stubborn. But most of all it was selfishness. This is her main quality of selfishness. For her, apparently from childhood, she always stood first. At first it seemed to me that it was just childishness, childish pranks, but later everything turned out to be much more complicated.

I'll tell you first about myself. It seems to be a normal young man. Enough pretty. But there is one very bad trait in me. This is what I am amorous and very faithful. In fact, everything is possible and they think so, but most likely they do not believe it, because it is a great rarity ... But in fact it is so ... I am so ... I cannot be changed ... if I have someone that is, it means I don't need anything else. Apparently not everyone can understand. It's just that it's not even an addictive thing, but really in the senses ... it is quite another. This can be seen very simply. (Although it may not be quite easy. To whom how. It all depends on trust in me). So, I am 24 years old ... I am a slender, handsome, sociable, charming, powerful young man and in my whole life I have not given up a single girl ... but why ??? Yes, everything is very simple ... Just by the fact that it is correct ... if I have someone ... it means there is ... and I don’t need it anymore ... Well, I don’t know ... just because of my life everything was going ...

Then one day there was a certain feeling that could probably be called my first love ... and not just like that, but really something happened inside ... but again, it was very fast and no one noticed. Apparently it was really the first love. But much has been written about this ...

And so let's start with the main thing ... I lived to myself I lived ... sadly of course. But nevertheless, all my friends were near ... they all hung out together, rested ... I was then about 20 years old. And happen so that the girls in our yard like began to grow up, take forms. It seems like a bunch. Except for one thing - age difference. If, of course, the girls were 20, and we were 25, then of course everything was a bundle. But this is not the case. We, the adult guys were 20, and the girls only 15. Children still. And just then various tips began to arise. Type guys do not worry, cling girls type bring up for yourself will be all a bundle. Brad of course, but of course there is some truth in this ... especially since one alone has sunk into my soul very much ... her name was Hope ... This is a very beautiful name. In general, I like only a few of the female names, the most, the Hope and Svetlana. In those days, we were still very little acquainted ... but everyone really wanted to unite our companies. Type our male and ihnii female. Moreover, the prerequisite was already there. One young man has already met with one girl. Everything would be nothing, except that I am a very shy person. I really liked Nadezhda, but I couldn’t go up to her and tell her all this, apparently from a part because she was still small. But it turned out that she began to meet with one person who was more experienced than me. I was upset. But they met not for long, but he taught her to kiss. It's a shame of course. But then I was first in another.

My birthday happened. How to remember right now. It was super. There were all. And even all these girls. And even the one that I liked the most - Hope.Apparently, it was probably from that very moment that I realized that this is the very girl with whom I will succeed. She was still small and silly, but very cute and sociable. I do not know what happened next, but it soon became mine. But not in the full sense of the word. And she just started dating me. For me it was very nice. But very soon I began to understand how different we are, and mostly at the age, if we guys were just sitting, then the girls just needed to dangle and communicate somewhere. Everything would be nothing if more than one moment. They began to smoke. For me, this is the most important thing. The girl should not smoke. Everything. Other options do not exist. And it was from that moment that our difficult life began. How many times have I told Nadya not to smoke. It is simply not counted. It was then that began all our rugachki. And very frequent. Because of the cigarettes. We constantly swore because of the little things. Due to the fact that Nadia did not want us to be closer to each other. All I needed was only 2 things, so that we would be together more often and not to smoke. But no, her stubbornness and persistence prevented her from quitting smoking, and her selfishness prevented us from being closer to each other. Already at that time I apparently fell in love with her. I felt that she was very close to me. I felt her as myself ...

And once there was a terrible moment. We met a year. My next birthday. Already no magnificent meetings. Already no festivities. Nadezhda and I just made up again and decided to go to the beach at night. For me it was a complete surprise. She is still a girl. Itself offered to go swimming together at night. And so we went. I will not remember everything that was there. The main thing was that everything was there, and the most important thing is that this was all ours for the first time. Not only her, but mine. We first joined together. She had it for the first time and I had it for the first time too. And probably still, it was then that I realized that I loved her. I love only her and no one else in the world. Perhaps it was then that I decided that only she would be mine and only she, because no one else would replace her. How right now I remember everything to the smallest details. How to go there. how they swam there ... How ... How they returned home. Since then, she has become dear to me. It really was so unusual. I was just in seventh heaven. I felt her as part of myself. She became a part of me.

Our further relationship was getting better and better. She quit smoking several times. Although it is difficult in general to call something an improvement. If earlier we quarreled often and not much. Now, on the contrary, they didn’t swear, but if it happened, then on a large scale. And basically everything is again for some trifles. Either again, smoke or not. But apparently at that time her stubbornness and egoism apparently began to lose ground. Because I still felt that she needed me. Maybe she also had some feelings for me? I do not know. Behind the mask of egoism it was difficult to understand what exactly is inside it. At that time, we were already quite close enough, at least for me. Even then I sometimes visited the idea of ​​a wedding. But I diligently drove them away. I thought it was too early for her, and for me, I guess. Although at that time she was finishing school, I got a good job.

And so terrible happened. Her father died. It was really very scary. I can only guess what was inside her. Her feelings. I really remembered her face when I saw her. For me, it was just a coup in my life. I did not know what to do. How to behave now. I knew only one thing. What I need to be as close as possible to her. Being with her is always there. Help in everything. What I tried to do. All my thoughts were now only about her. After a while, thoughts of the wedding began to come to me again. In addition, there were good reasons for this. Firstly, I loved her very much. This is the main thing. Although of course it is not known whether she loved me. Secondly, I felt that I needed her entire family. Or so it seems to me.At least I felt that I should help them somehow. After all, the father is now gone, mother ...