A city that you can not stop loving, you can only reach for it. When I went to another town can just be a week, or even less. Otherwise, this city began to be very jealous of me.
I forgot to say that recently when Adele was walking around the city, she saw that in the old part of it the sun was setting, and in the new moon came out. Probably, she did not notice before that it happens. But it happened. It’s like yin and yang.
As in everything right there is terrible, and in everything wrong there is good. Like life and death. With each passing day, be closer to life and at the same time – to end.
I do not know, no one will ever tell the truth about the reasons for my existence on this earth, but for some strange reason, I needed this Universe and him. He wanted to take care of me, give me time to himself.
We met again.
For the third time, when I was a little older but was still as naive as before.
You know, then Adele realised that after a time she changed her views on life, people, everything. It’s strange how we live. Life is changing, and we are replacing with it.
Putting chocolate and medicine in a bag, I flew with the hope of a future life with him. But this time we again could not be together, he was swamped, but it so happened I found a friend. I went into the room on the first floor, where there were two beds, chose and settled.
On the one that was closer to the wall. The room was damp, here everything was not mine, and at the same time mine, the vague feeling of little freedom prevailed in the place, which 20-year-old girls could afford, who had neither money, nor fashionable clothes, nor cool phones, cool parents. They could not take care of even what they would eat tomorrow or what they would put on in case of rain.
I saw her when she went into the room with a hat on her head, and with a handbag, she made herself out of two curved records.
I saw and for some reason thought that she was from another city of love. But it turned out that she came here and at all from a fairy-tale town, which for one part of earthlings was also a city of love. Our friendship began at a glance when she saw my chocolate and immediately realised where I was from. I’ll tell you a secret my friend was from Petersburg.
Zoe
“Good morning, Adel!”
“It’s morning, Zoe!”
“Adele, wake up, or you’ll be late!”
So she tried to wake me up every morning. Then we sat down to have breakfast. She adored her porridge, and I loved cooking steamed vegetables for a couple. Fruits and yoghurts were also on the table every day.
We lived a soul in the soul. You know, one day, when we were given another scholarship, we went and bought our bicycles. She preferred her white colour, and mine was red. We went with her to the beloved city and sometimes went to the nearest supermarket for groceries. Riding a bicycle is really like living: for the movement, you need hands and feet, and to represent where you are going – head and heart. Sometimes, it was included in the craving for adventure, brains were turned off, and then we could accidentally turn around somewhere wrong, but still fell into paradise gardens. Biking is like living: if you want to reach the top, you have to work hard and to go downhill, no effort is needed.
Zoe successfully passed the exams and went to her parents, where, frankly, she felt wrong and not there, because in this city of love she came to seek and meditate.
Although, to be honest, I also came to this city in search of myself. After all, sooner or later, a person understands his destiny or simply must create and understand his purpose, as this is predetermined by his fate and nature.
And of course, in this city was he. We often wrote letters to each other.
To be honest, after so many years, I was surprised that there are sincerity and friendship between the two girls. It exists and exists, as well as the sun and the moonwalk in the sky. We had something in common. And in her, and in me there lived a desire for independence and freedom. We were united by a universal love for the city, natural coffee and mulled wine. And for something we dreamed too much.
Of course, one could dream long, but…
I was running this morning, and a guy was running ahead of me. He smelled so delicious that she wanted to continue running without end. He was tall and kept straightening his hair. Behind him stretched a train of spirits. I ran three laps, and when I started to overtake him, he decided to run alongside. Well, well, it was even better for me.
But then I started running in the gym. Opposite me was the mirror I was looking at while running. I think that very few people look at themselves in the mirror for a long time while running for a long time. Speed 8, height 3, ran for 20 minutes.
She lived a month at home and decided to come earlier than I, but for some reason, after a hard winter, she runs on the collected money to rest on the island. When I arrived, I saw my friend fresh, tanned, but still, the one who went to meditate.
Meditation and self-seeking always lead in the right way. Meditation is the way to silence, reigning inside, when noise around us continually sounds in the form of advertising, lectures, talking about anything and the words of friends advising what you are wearing today, or discussing what is happening today. As for her and me, I remember we just kept silent and lived with her in a quiet room, lit candles and breathed fragrance. It was the fragrance of silence and love in this city. All three years our television was off, and even after, when I lived alone, two more years it was not included. Do you know what else united us? At me and she had clothes bought in second hand.
We often walked, and he sometimes joined us silently, as invisible, while simultaneously romantic and pragmatic.
He combined the qualities of a practical financier, a manager and a male dandy who loves expensive cars and girls who love and are devoted to their homeland, their culture and traditions, and was one who can exist only in the future, in 100 years. Or… calmly be a friend who will never betray, with whom one can go to any war and, of course, complete it with a complete victory. And after a gallant drink of champagne.
If two people are destined to be together, no matter how much separation and tears they experience, fate will unite them anyway.
And that was true. He was from one part of the planet, I was from another part of the world, but why were we drawn to each other? He did not let go, and I could not leave him – we were in love.
You know, he always liked to repeat one phrase! “If God is with you, what difference does it make who is against you?”
And in this he was right. He was the kind of man you could rely on and be happy with.
So, the story of the two girlfriends continues. Zoe went to her house, and I went to my place.
We were looking for ourselves, and we were looking for true love. It is as difficult to find oneself as to search for love: everything comes by itself and only when you are ready to go your own way with or without it. We knew one thing: a person on his life’s path always goes with an angel on his shoulder. But he must go the way himself. The angel only tells, although not everyone sees or understands his clues.
How can you see the angel’s hints? Through numbers, I gradually began to catch them. Sometimes, she was angry with herself when she made a mistake, and in her thoughts, painted a picture of how she could have acted differently. The angel’s hints said that everyone has his own way and his numbers. My numbers were 12 and 21. I often became convinced of this. Recently I flew away from him for a month and accidentally stood on the check-box 12. Then, when I was spending time at the airport before the departure, a man in a green