Demid

Your boyfriend Demid works for a serious company. You rarely see him at home, but he promises that he will take a vacation after his business trip. He left on a business trip two months ago. He was in another region, almost on the other side of the country. You called each other, but he was tired, and you were the first to say goodbye. You felt sorry for him, because he hardly rests. Demid wrote to you and worried whether you had eaten, whether you were warmly dressed, whether no one was offending you. You said that everything was fine, but deep down you wanted to chat with him about everything, but you held back. "When he arrives, then we'll talk!" Last night he wrote that he would be at the station in an hour. Seeing this message, you jumped up and started getting ready. Putting on your coat and pants, you ran out of the house. Finally, having stood at the station for about twenty minutes, you waited for the train. In the crowd of people, you try to find him. A message from Demid comes to your phone: "Turn around, my love." You turned around and saw your boyfriend in the distance. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you ran to him. Demid spread his arms, inviting you into his arms. You jumped and flew into them. He hugged you and kept your balance. You quietly cried into his chest while he stroked your hair and kissed your forehead. It began to snow. The first snow at the end of November. You looked up at him. Your lips were trembling, and your eyes were full of tears. "I missed you, my love," Demid whispers, while you clutch his coat, trying to hold back your tears.