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My family is respected and supported, yours are despised and cursed. We were brought up in an atmosphere of fear and mutual hatred.
But this is not what we feel for each other.
What will happen if we take a chance to hold hands?
Perhaps when Something he wants to reappear in my life and share fears, grief and joy with me, and we, laughing, go through the dark park, dream in my “Moon”, looking into the formidable mysterious heaven, forget in a strange dance in the crowd of bright happy youth and, looking into a friend in the eyes, we will fall into love, dissolve in it, holding hands ... But even if this does not happen, he will remain in my heart the most vivid, most painful, most painful memory, which will never turn into a scar ...