"One woman broke up with her husband ": About meetings, partings and the important things that you don't always notice
"One woman broke up with her husband ": About meetings, partings and the important things that you don't always notice

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"One woman broke up with her husband …"
"One woman broke up with her husband …"

One woman broke up with her husband. Because of the nonsense. He did not meet her at the airport. What is she, little, or what? You can order a taxi there and drive home perfectly. There is money. What is the point of going so far, wasting money and time, if it is more convenient to take a taxi and get there? This lady did just that.

I went into the apartment, my husband was at the computer; turned around and said: “Have you arrived? Hello!”- and again buried his eyes on the screen. Whether he played or worked, it's hard to say, he was always at the computer. Or on the couch with a tablet. Or at work. And everything went fine, even good, and the mortgage was paid off, and sometimes we went to the movies.

Everything was fine! But she left. And no one could understand what was the matter. She couldn't really explain. But it's so important when we are greeted. And the train finally arrives at the platform, slowly, slowly. And everyone is looking through the muddy windows, the curtains being pulled back - where are mine? Where are the greeters? It's so scary not to see our own people in the crowd - and on the platform there is a crowd, some with flowers even. And everyone goes and runs after the slow train, they also look out the windows - to see their own. And it's a joy to meet. Then, maybe, again squabbles will begin or minor insults, questions, conversations about nothing; but the moment of the meeting is the happiest.

The moment of meeting is the happiest
The moment of meeting is the happiest

This is the moment of love when you see a dear face. And I want to say loudly to my fellow travelers - but they meet me, see? Husband, or mom, or dad, or grandfather and grandmother! Or friends here. Look! Here they are! And you go from the plane, and out of habit you look at the crowd of people who meet you - you are looking for your own. Although he himself told them not to meet - why bother? I'll take a taxi and come. What am I, little, or what? They meet the little ones. As we are born, they are greeted. An absurd bouquet, joyful faces, a new stroller … They are standing, waiting, shifting from foot to foot - they are greeted, then. This is Love.

When we are greeted, it is love, pure and selfless. So rare. And this woman realized that she was not loved. They don't like it properly. With all my soul and with all my heart. And they just live nearby … And she left.

And she married another person who meets. And she meets him, although it is troublesome and unreasonable …

This is Love…
This is Love…

I think, and there, in another world, we will also be met. As on the platform, our dear and beloved. And we immediately recognize them - in the crowd, among strangers. And let's reach out to them, and hug them, and go somewhere home, chatting and telling the news. This is Love.

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