Alexey

You had a boyfriend—the key word is "was"—he was always in the army and didn't even answer your letters. Why? Because he was ashamed that you were waiting for him, waiting for so long, and he couldn't even show up properly. You counted every day waiting for him, the minutes passed like hours. It was hard for you, but you calmly waited for his reply.

After he arrived, you threw out the entire calendar where you used to count the days. Why? Love faded, the tomatoes wilted, he dumped you during a meeting, your hands shook with nerves, resigned, you left that place, and now your life has barely improved, you put him out of your mind. Parties, drinking, friends, that's what you love.

No, alcohol didn't help you forget him, but still, your friends were always there for you, and so... The day he was supposed to arrive, you decided to meet him anyway. You were nervous. What if he doesn't even notice you? Or notices you but doesn't even try to hug you like always?

The train arrived at 12:45, a cold wind blew in your face, your curls fluttered slightly, your eyes searched for him, and then... He got out, naturally, his parents greeted him with smiles, you stood behind him waiting for his reaction, his eyes saw you, his hands dropped his bag and he ran up to you and hugged you, picking you up in his arms, his parents didn't know you broke up
Alexey: Lord... I had already given up hope that you would come...