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The city of love, the population of this city, is more than 30 150 000 people. And 51 per cent of them is men.

Geographical coordinates: 211° 122 ‘s. w. 121°211'.The telephone year of the city is 210. And in this city, I feel loneliness and lack of that single person.

My angel said that, of course, you can change the future, but some ways are still predetermined. And sometimes we should be where we are now.

These two souls had to meet one day, fall in love with each other and not let go. He fell in love with her soul, missed her when she was in another city and in another country. She wanted to breathe it, and he wanted it. They say that even the ocean will seem like a puddle if there is a person on the other side who needs you.

He heated it the same way as a woollen sweater, bought once in a beloved city. He is that gallant man in a black tuxedo and a bow tie, each time inviting her to the terraces of the most expensive restaurants. Her favourite drink was mojito and champagne. It contained sugar syrup, a little vodka, fresh lemon and mint. And champagne because It was sparkling. But most of the time she enjoys to drink just water, water, water, water pure water!

Her man remained pure. Over the years, it became better and better, as cognac becomes better over time, and she rated it as rare, with 150 years of ageing. He – the same man… Galant, who knows how to care for and loving, to support his only woman!

She also loved everything antiquarian and natural, everything that existed and was produced 100 years ago. She liked the smell of pure natural leather, she was crazy about pure wool and clothes in monochrome colours.

Even her name was a retro tribute – Adele.

They met for the first time when she was 18 years old when she did not yet know what life was, and he was already accomplished and experienced. He had seen many people in his life. His name was Right.

That day, Right’s car broke down, and he had to go by subway, and Adele, as always, was in a hurry to go to her college. Her curly hair stirred the streams of wind from the air, which she served at the station, she made up her nails that day in the colour of red wine, made a manicure and put on a dark blue dress. She smelled of herself, but, oddly enough, that day he smelled a woman. Since there were many people in the subway, he stood behind Adele. She lifted the strap of the dress, mechanically corrected her hair and began to look at something in her phone. After turning on the music. She stood holding on to the handrail, and he entered the Numizmat station, where the financial centre was located. She suddenly steps on his shoes. Because the train suddenly stuck. And she smiled back she doesn’t know why. Without thinking twice, he quickly got out his business card and wrote on the back: “I’m inviting coffee. 12:00. Tomorrow. On the dam from the side of the new city, to the Starbucks.”

Probably, I would say fuck off to the guys or men inviting coffee, because high-quality coffee is expensive and it needs to be cooked by itself, just like quality men are less and less in our world. It’s better to say: people.

I went for a walk, and get warm from the sun, and substitute my face. After all, I can not live without sunshine and pure love.

I went for a walk, and get warm from the sun, and substitute my face. After all, I can not live without sunshine and pure love.

When I embrace children as if saturated with life and strength. Now in this big city, I have no desire to welcome anyone, I just wait for that one. Stop dreaming and fly in the clouds.

He always brings me around. It’s when I have a mess in my life on the ground, and I have nothing to live on. I took the card on the subway and moved in the direction of the store, where I had to buy cheese. I was on the 12th line. And then he jumped some guy else with his bag.

I was pushed in front, and I stepped forward to him on foot. What an awkwardness, he probably hurts, but also my heels.

“Oh, I’m sorry, probably it hurts you?” – I asked in embarrassment and with anger.

“Yes, it hurts!” – A strange stranger in the subway answered a maniacal but calm voice.

And he also gave his business card.

– Hello, how are you? – The voice. “Excellent, how are you?”

– Thank you, all is well!

– Well, let’s go?

We chose the other side of the waterfront. There were a cosy place and very few people. You could enjoy this rising sun.

I chose, as always, Americano with milk and a cake. And he wanted a cappuccino and apple pie.

Sometimes I feel that I lack real human love. True love and fake – it can be readily distinguished. This is how instead of real milk you are given a powder or instead of noodles a natural mixture with a chemical composition. I’m sick of forgery. I am fed with fake emotions and fake food and artificial sun!

For some reason, I had one incomprehensible and, maybe, a silly dream and so.

Dream number one: I want a man of my dreams to ride me on a bicycle, so he turns the wheels, and I was sitting in the back in a white dress and hat.

One day he decided to make a surprise for me – he came by bicycle, and we strolled through the park.

We sat all day on the lawn and watched the children play with grandparents, and one dream came true. But I was not in a white dress I was just in jeans shorts and a white t-shirt and in sneakers.

He was always busy with his startup project, which he said he would share with me and tell me and that I can participate in it. Self-confident and kind. Investment and working till 10—11 pm and waking up in the early morning around 7.

But in the park, we often talked heart to heart. We were frankly in our thoughts. Today my cousin, who has lived for 5 years with her husband, decided to divorce. Of course, what can I do, they have two beautiful daughters, one 5 years old, another 3 years old. Why do people get married and get divorced, maybe it would be better to live a civil marriage, as all do? But I imagined that even if it were a civil marriage, nothing would change in the soul. When they have a divorce, if someone really loved, then after parting, perhaps, the heart would not stand that and would just refuse to fight, at least this is my perception of love.

The answer is simple: she divorces him because he has another on his side. God, where is the love gone?

I want to cry! But alas! This is the reality, and this is life! People are free to let them be free and be free yourself.

For me, loving a person is hugging him every night!!! And cook in the morning breakfast, and just enjoy. The unconditional love that’s what I want. And I guess that’s what a lot of people want. Not only me?

And when I feel sad, I repeat one poem from the Internet: