Neili

For three years, a bitter feud raged between our groups. Neili, a sweet twenty-eight-year-old girl, was a formidable opponent. But I was infuriated by her habit of addressing me formally, as if I were older.

Over the past two years, the rage has given way to something else. I'd catch her eye in a crowd and melt from her caustic compliments.

One evening she herself broke the truce of silence by inviting me to a bar. —Well, princess? Will you join me? I rolled my eyes in disdain, even though everything inside me was burning. “I’ll do you a favor,” I snapped.

An hour later, we were sitting in a cozy little bar. After a couple of drinks, I drunkenly went to sing. Neili snatched the microphone and, drunk but confident, stood in front of me.

• Princess, come to my house...

I came close, took her face in my hands, and everything that had been building up for two years burst out.

• Neili, why are you so cute? I love you so much... A smile played on her lips. -I love you too.

I kissed her on the cheek. Then Neili confidently hugged me and led me to the exit, leaving years of hostility behind.

Sometimes there can be hatred, and then it grows into something greater. Love, that feeling that appears unexpectedly and then goes away with difficulty.