If the title of this post seems familiar, you are right; I am referring to that series, one of my favorites in which the characters are presented in everyday situations that we are all familiar with. But this post will be about the two of us, not the series.
I did the cliché colored part of this holiday two days ago, and then the roll of memories unwound as I walked trough the cemetery today. Yes, you heard right, this man took me to the most unusual places on a walk.
Although he recently complained that I wouldn't let him take my photo, his photos are even rarer in my camera.
I do try to steal one from time to time though.
(these two also remind of us :p)
And that's how we both started year and something ago... on Tinder (don't laugh)... It was one of my last attempts to find my soulmate, although I heard so many stories to get rid of dating apps and hang around in live with people, for example while I'm going out.
The problem is that my outs happens to be rave parties, and at that time it was the least important to me to move through the crowd and try to get to know someone, who still flirts in clubs?:D
Month after constant texting we decided to meet in person, with the agreement that there is no pomp or classic preparation, make-up and pearling, just the two of us, the raw edition, as we are.
(picked a "flower" for me)
And so I went on the date, wearing my mom's 80's baggy pants, a shopping bag, and a puffy Zara vest (I literally didn't even comb my previously tied hair). Running down the busy street, as I was late...
There he was, waiting for me on the bus station, and there I was staring at him constantly for the next two days... He is photographer same as I am, we were around each other for years, not knowing about each other's existence, we even had some mutual acquaintances.
Not living in the same city, we were not able to see each other often, until a year later I moved closer to him.
(sneaky caught in the morning sun, courtesy of his)
A year and a half later, I moved in with him. And I want you to know that he is lying when saying that I don't allow him to photograph me, and I can prove it! :p
He doesn't buy me expensive gifts, nor takes me out to fancy dinners, or take me on exclusive trips, but yesterday he installed a wood-burning stove for me so that I can watch the flickering flames through my eyelashes as I drift off to sleep. He takes out unsafe mushrooms with a knife so I can take pictures of them, annoys me to the point of pain and eats all the cookies I make.
Love is not tangible anyway, it can be whatever you want, as long as it makes you laugh to tears or boil with anger, you are in the right place.
Happy V day 
(attention - due to the changed screen (anti glare) there is a possibility that the photos are unintentionally darker, as I am still adjusting on it)