All for love. 11 years ago, I went out to the city with my friends for the first time, in a small cafe, there were a lot of boys and girls. Behind the bar stands a guy who seemed a little sad, I watched him all the time but he didn't notice me much, I have to say that I liked him at first sight. sometime after midnight my phone was empty, I asked him to give me a message to write to my mother so that she wouldn't worry and my battery would run out. About 3 p.m. The friends were on their way home, and he was very drunk. We went home, but I couldn't sleep best. The next day it occurred to me how I could leave a message for him. I asked my mother if she had deleted the message I had sent her, she said she hadn't deleted anything, so there were reports of no way to get the message, and finally my hands were shaking. and her heart was pounding harder .. She found the number. and I leave a message, Hi, what's up? I'm the girl we were at the coffee shop with last night. Message has been sent. The answer arrives after a few minutes, Hi, let's wake up now, what kind of girl are you, since there were 3 of you ...He said that she was next to you in a blue sweater, all the time, that's how the correspondence started, who knows how many messages a day, then he asked me to see each other again to make sure who the girl was. And this is 11 years of love. This is my love story when I love the most in the world.