Love story

Our life contains not only sex but also romantic and love relationships, which sometimes last for years. Perhaps someone will be interested in the sad story that my friend told me.

What is love and does it really exist? I'm afraid no one will give you a definite answer. Some say that these are just chemical processes occurring in the human brain. Others say that love is the body’s banal need for sex. Perhaps they are all right in their own way, but there are other examples. I will not descend into the textbook Romeo and Juliet, Tristan and Isolde, and many other heroes of literary classics. I

will just tell you my little story.

Love, as I believe it is true love, came to me at the age of 18. The object of my affection was a little older than myself. Everything seemed to be working out for us. We started dating, which lasted about a year. Everything was great! Euphoria! Until we quarreled over something, I don’t remember exactly what little thing. We had a serious quarrel. About six months later, we accidentally ended up in the same campaign. I knew she had no one. After the party, I asked to take her home. We talked and made peace. After that we practically never separated.

I have never felt so good in my life. Despite all the unkind conversations from neighbors and acquaintances, we practically lived in a civil marriage, fortunately our parents were not against it. Things even began to move towards the wedding, when she and I still had about six months left to study. Then I graduated from school. There was no talk of any institute or technical school. How could I leave her even for a week?

But the unexpected happened: her younger sister became pregnant. Her parents immediately reported that two weddings at once would not be possible. We decided to wait. And they waited! But not the wedding, a summons arrived. It took me far away, to the Khabarovsk Territory. We wrote to each other twice a week, since the dominance of the Internet did not yet exist.

And three months before demobilization, I received a letter: “Sorry, I’m getting married.” My beloved did not wait. A full 18 years have passed. I have a wife and daughter. She has a husband and two children. And everything seems to be fine. But at night I dream about her, my first and probably only love. This is the chemical process.