It was like I knew him for ever. We played in the snow like children and time flew by so quickly that I felt I stayed with him 10 minutes, not a whole day.
The following week I was to travel abroad for 4 days and I was so depressed at the whole idea. Of leaving him…I wanted more of him, he wanted more of me. But I had to go...
For 4 days I wasn’t able to have any contact with him what so ever and I missed him dearly.
After what felt like the longest 4 days of my life I finally came back. From the airport I directly went to see him. Being in a family who strictly believed in love after marriage (arranged marriages) what I was doing was life threatening. But I still did, I would lie to my parents to see him, every morning in my spring holidays he would pick me up and we would go to the beach or the ice cream parlor or any place. Just as long as I was with him. At night he would stay on the phone with me until I fell asleep and he would also fall asleep on the sound of me breathing...on school nights when it got too late we would hang up a bit earlier but start texting for the next hour. When we had final exams he would stay on the phone with me hearing me study, flipping through pages, taking notes and talking to myself. It was love, I knew it, and he knew it. I felt that no couple on earth could be as perfect and as in love as we were. Things got very serious and we went to the hotel...once...twice...three times...the most beautiful hours of my life. Me and him.
Until that one day..
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