Our chemical hearts. Suserland K.

It always seemed to me that the moment when you meet the love of your whole life should be like in a movie. However, when, in the second Tuesday of the last year, Grace Town with a ten -minute delay entered the theater studio of Mrs. Bidi, I did not feel anything like that. There was neither a slow action, nor wind, no tearful music, and certainly my heart did not stop. And maybe because she was new or not like everyone else, or one glance at her was enough to understand: some piece of her soul was broken-Mrs. Bidi told her nothing. I looked at her two more times, but in the end I completely forgot about its existence. And when she went quietly, no one paid attention to her. So, as you see, this story is not about love at first sight. But still this is a love story. Well, or like that.