One weekend we went to a small ruined fortress near the city. I remember it was a sunny and warm day. It was in May. Took pictures. He was so shy, barely looked at the camera. I understand that, it's quite intimidating, even to me, even now.. We sat in the sun in the grass, we talked. The kisses tasted just as good...
My birthday came along, I was with G on the river shore. She took pictures of me... I still absolutely love the pictures from that day; especially the ones she took after he came to meet me there. In all the pictures he was looking at me, touching my face, my hair. His smile. My hair looked horrible, but I couldn't have been happier. Thank you, G. I still have them..
Later in the day, at my place, playing with the dogs. Our really BIG dogs.. I didn't know at the time he was allergic to dogs. He loved playing with them, he was so open and happy that afternoon..
My birthday party came along, the weekend after that. I guess presents are not a big thing in his country. I didn't get one. Nor flowers, for that matter. I invented a present from him, to tell my parents. I just didn't want to hear more negative things from them about this whole thing..
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