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— H O O R —

. . .

“Come here,” he calls me gently, smiling at me.

The pretty and bright glow of the moon falls on his face through the window of our room which I have left open.

My fault, that I have left it open in this weather. I close it first, going to him.

And once again my eyes are attracted to his face as if once again the deep blue irises of his beautiful eyes call me to take a look at them.

Have I fallen in love with them?

Can say. They always attract me and make me look deeper into him. It feels like I am lost. Lost in the dark blue chasms and it calls me to him.

Even the sight of the moon seems like nothing in front of his eyes. He has taken all my attention. His heart-melting smile and his soft eyes.

What’s happening to me, I wonder.

“Now I’ll let you know,” he begins, “You know very well that God created man and woman for each other and ultimately He is for us, everything.”

I nod my head in understanding.

“We belong to Him and to each other if married. As said in Gen