The joy of love

 It's morning, early, slowly opened one eye and realize that even the sun has not awakened, and on the wall of my face still see shadows running one after the other stars. It's quiet ... I'm 20 and love. I love even as the lazy and sleepy sun is not able to do ... I feel every bit as soul scream, and maybe that's why I always wake up so early, because I do not have the patience to count seconds and moments and all the shadows on the walls, because a burning desire to see and how they feel, even now, under the thick blanket emotion I coils.

I tried many times to remember in what circumstances I first saw her the first time Carol. I wish I could relive that moment just exactly, but my memory does not remember almost anything. Carol is lost in the crowd of those figures you know unsafe on the street, on the train or a trip to the mountains, vague terms mist covering their first handshake, the first word changed. Later, I learned a word thrown at random, that once spent

holidays together, very close to each other, but without us know. But when I remember that I truly, with all the details and possible details, was the first day of college, when I entered a small room, narrow wooden benches and a door opened and always closed. I saw only a mixture of confusion and indifference, worried faces, sleepy eyes, a continuous murmur of whispers, calling browsed deaf and papers. I had found a place in the back of the room, near the window. It was all to the first bank, probably bent over a notebook. For he saw it, had to get up from time to time standing, and then I saw no better than the back, shoulders tilt toward the front bench. Such were the first months of school, I timidly every time the back of the room, always watching her, and Carol, every time the first bank, attentive to what is around her spoke only to me, not. And when we went to college, Carol take it all the time before, high speed, as if every day late for another and another important meeting. We are not talking. Just past her greeting with a look, but we understand very well the eye and we both knew what we would like to say there are no words. We met on a Sunday but by chance, at a street corner, where we came out we nearly hitting the go. Carol had red cheeks from the cold and going, is cheered by everything from machinery noise, the creaking of boots in the snow. I went to the nearby park and change random words, we went out in any way, by playing with words, as we have played with snowballs. We stopped in front of cinemas to read aloud the titles of films and Carol laughter sounded distinct like hitting cold air like a bell jar.

For a long time, our meetings were the same, random, leaving us at the mercy of luck, we do not disappoint. Then I moved on to another level when, after a month of "accidents", I dared to ask him your number. I would have liked more, but had to settle for a few minutes of our daily walks and strove, as could the anonymous framework of these occurrences do something personal, intimate, which belong only to us, that make us happy only us. Evenings later, when we had to split up when expected along the Carol tram, were silent suddenly, with deep sadness that overshadowed my head. And she felt and did everything in his power to destroy a tram after another, to stay still for a moment together, and another, thinking that I do not have to guess the trick. But in the end, everything had to go, and I hard soul. Then I went further, we began to see at home. I thought at first I could not get into her house than excited, that must be a certain mystery that fact that something essential, like a revelation, our love will be changed. I was there in her room, feeling of being away from the city, alone, as we were in a mountain refuge, surprised by an avalanche which closes all roads in return. In the middle of the room, Carol was moving body timid, but without tension, with a slow stretch of the animal, which sleep overtake him and take him down. If lean window if his hand on his forehead to turn a lock of hair, or if you just raise your arm, any of these movements a bare, peeling off her dress, leaving her to fall asleep around her body ... Now our relationship flows beautifully, meet as often as before, perhaps more often, we understand perfectly, and I realize, every time I'm around her, she is everything I could want in life.

I look on my face and umbrellas wall melted much. I can feel the excitement over me again, quickly give blanket aside and jump out of bed, I hasten to leave, because it starts a new day, maybe longer and more beautiful, that I will see Carol.

I'm 20 and love. Love as nobody could do it. Even the lazy sun ...

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