A Very Lovely Story

Once upon a time, about five years ago, a tall handsome boy moved to a small cozy town, right in the street of a single, pretty girl. Once she had laid eyes on him, she knew it: This was /her/ man.

Five years later, after lots of trials, hospital visits, and a big surgery, she was proven right.

Today, they signed a contract. According to a lawyer-almost-in-the-family, a contract easily broken with a text with a certain code, but still: a magically binding contract.

A-close-to-marriage-Partnership-registration. One you can't explain without using the word "marriage", even though it isn't, really. Is this taking the romance out of things, yet? Because I'm not aiming for that. Definitely not. It was all very romantic. In the snow. Very pretty. Very cold. In a.. uhm.. positive way? Teeth chattering was just music, anyways. You just had to listen more carefully.

Tamara, who, only months ago, wasn't doing all that great, physically (Which is why they decided to do this at all, but she got her NEW LUNGS!-call just two days before the date, so they had to postpone it), and Rick. That's who this story was about. And it was wonderful to be a part of that. :)

Xx

The Gypsy