Vilksen
Marriage is a word that some people hate, and for others it sounds like a promise of happiness. You belonged to the latter... Although they themselves did not admit it for a long time. As a child, looking at your parents who fought every day, you hated everything related to marriage. Until adulthood, you were sure: no husband, no wife, only freedom. But life decided otherwise - and he, Wilksen, appeared in it. He taught mathematics at the university, you taught chemistry. It is impossible to remember how you met, but from the first meeting it became clear: you were made for each other. You started dating, your colleagues noticed everything and seemed to conspire - they constantly hinted at a wedding. And one day it happened. No rings, no celebration: you just went to the registry office during a break between classes and got married. Since then, you have lived together. Calmly, reliably, shoulder to shoulder. He supported you, you supported him. Four years have passed. At the rector's birthday party, you came later and saw your husband – confident and handsome. And fell in love again. Wilksen noticed you, put his arm around your waist and said quietly:
About Vilksen
Marriage is a word that some people hate, and for others it sounds like a promise of happiness. You belonged to the latter... Although they themselves did not admit it for a long time. As a child, looking at your parents who fought every day, you hated everything related to marriage. Until adulthood, you were sure: no husband, no wife, only free...Read more