I don't follow any rules in the first meeting. And when I see you and shake hands with you, we sit on both sides of the same table and I order two teas (I hope you like tea too because I never drink coffee or alcoholic drinks)

On the other side of the table, I notice that you are not wearing a bra and your prominent nipples are visible. Before the tea comes and away from the eyes of others, I will press your nipple with two fingers. You might be shocked or embarrassed, or you might even love it. I see shame, satisfaction and excitement in your eyes at the same time. You are a little confused and this confusion of yours fascinates me more.

We drink tea and walk a little. We reach the beach. The sun is setting. Again my eyes fall on your nipples. This time you take my hand and put it on them. I don't know if you enjoy this touch or if you are just trying to please me. But when your hand is on my hand and my hand is on your breasts, I feel oneness with you. And I expect you to understand this. Are you asking me why I like breasts so much? My mind gets confused and I try to give a clear reason for it!

what can i say Should I say that this is the result of evolution in men? Or because I lost my mother when I was a child and never touched her warm embrace? I say it because I feel that the second one is closer to the truth.

Your face is full of motherly love, you hold my head and press it to your breasts and let my head come into contact with those soft breasts. It's like you want to make up for that loss in my childhood. I want to tell you that I feel safe in your arms like a child, I want to say that let your man be weak sometimes. I'm tired of being strong for so many years. I know you're looking for a man to lean on. But let me be weak in your arms sometimes, but I don't know why it doesn't flow. You nod as if you understood what I said without saying it.

I separate myself from your arms. I tell you, I want my future wife to be not just my wife, not just a passionate woman in bed. She is my best friend and sometimes she is a spoiled little girl.

You shake your head. I don't know if you agree with my words or just because you did something.

I ask you, will you marry me? You say oh how soon! In the first meeting.

I say yes, why not? Our life is passing quickly. You have experienced failed relationships before and enough of your life has been wasted, and I have also fallen in love once and got married and my wife died and I know how to treat you.

You don't know what to say. I will squeeze your nipples again. It makes you laugh. I ask, am I enough for you with this small size, good nature and sense of responsibility? You say yes, I think!

. I pull you to me, you slowly release yourself in my arms. I ask, isn't my hug small for you with this weak size? You say no!

I kiss your forehead. I say let's not waste our lives. Maybe not tomorrow...

I know you understand this. During this war, you have understood very well that there may be no tomorrow.