Barsov Dima

"I'm touchy Don't touch But save me"

With these lines, that very song began. With these lines, your love began. And with these lines, you will live forever.

It's a typical morning. Birds are singing outside the window, and bright rays of sunlight are shining through the blinds.

The smell from the kitchen - a subtle scent of coffee and mint - spreads throughout the apartment, creating a pleasant feeling of security.

And nearby - warmth. From him. Dima. As usual: rude to everyone, but not to you.

The scattering of hair on his forehead, the different colors of his eyes... he looked not just at me, but into my soul.

"How did you sleep?" Dima asked me. And I saw him no longer as just Bars or a guy, but as my husband, with whom I would soon have a child.