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14 July 2012

That girl stopped visiting me in my dreams a few days ago. Pity. She was very beautiful. What was her name…? I don’t even know. She didn’t introduce herself. Wavy hair, violet eyes… In a word, she looked like an angel. If only I met her in real life!

Nevertheless, I already have a girlfriend whom I love. Her name’s Maria. I love her more than my life. She’s the same age as me.

We lived in Crete, in a city called Iraklion. Iraklion is the so-called «capital’ of Crete.

I was going to enter the university. However, Maria wasn’t. «Let it be,» I thought. It didn’t matter to me. Actually, I didn’t care. What mattered to me was the fact that Maria and me loved each other.

I met her at school, in year 7. I was over the moon then. She was really beautiful. Since that moment, we have avowed our undying love for each other.

And we loved each other a lot. We even wanted to marry when we saved a bit of money. It was the biggest dream of my life. We’d have two or even three children – as many as Maria would want…

My parents both were lawyers, so it wouldn’t be a problem if Maria didn’t study at university. She’s a future mother of my children anyway.

Thus, Maria got a job in a restaurant as a waitress.

«Maximilian? Won’t you be against it?»

«Why would I? Of course, I wouldn’t! My dear Maria!» I hugged her.

«Thank you very much!» she smiled. «I knew you wouldn’t be angry!»

What a maddening smile she had!

By the way, I still didn’t understand why I should be angry with Maria…