Your soul is not for sale.

After the intoxicating evening, our bodies were drained and lazy. Eventually our lips would find their way to start the engines and make our heart race, yet if you try to get a Woman out of bed while She’s comfortable cuddling, well –
Not today.

After satisfying our hunger through destroying calories, we realized that we need something to eat. How great it is that the kitchen counter can function in many ways.

Now that our hearts were filled, our stomachs wanted to feel the same; so She decided to make a Russian dish to solve it. If I ever hear the word “Buckwheat” again, I’ll know never to avoid it.
It became the synonym of Yummy.

When the bowls turned empty, it was 2 in the afternoon already – and She still couldn’t find anything to start a fight with. Strange. Perhaps our morning routine was the catalyst for a productive day.

As the house started to wake, the dining room slowly turned into an Arena, where the weapon of choice was verbal reasoning.
The benevolent intention of the parents versus a Cheeky Blonde.
You can imagine.
I was just sitting there quietly, absorbing. The amount of Dutch I was surrounded with increased my comprehension by 30% under a day.
In the heat of the moment, I couldn’t help but laugh at the fiercely colliding logic between the parents and my stressed out Lady.

After the quarrel was finished, I asked her to lay her head on a piece of cloth, so I can do something about her stress intensity. It was just about time to pull out my massage skills, her neck felt like a pillar made out of concrete. As I slowly tore down the stiffness in her body, her Mom walks by behind me;
“She is in GOOD HANDS” – My sense of humor wants to speak, but right before I could say it, a warm smile signaled that She, perhaps, thought the same.

As the storm starts to calm and the decibel output of the inwoners¹ decreased, the house, once again; became a quiet and cozy place.
Her stomach interrupts the brief tranquility with a few growls aimed at our ears.
“Time to eat!” – The organs demand energy.

Learning from the argument of (the year)sterday, the cooking went a lot smoother dit keer², though my part wasn’t very significant in making it.
During the preparation process, both of us were finally working.
Can you imagine? After all those days, we were actually doing something productive. If it isn’t growth, I don’t know what it is.
While the ingredients were doing their thing, She was assembling the cutest letter to convince couples about her outstanding ability to babysit.
It it certainly less stressful than managing a Vegan restaurant helemaal alleen³.
As She made the finishing touches on our godly dish, I was sending the remaining projects that my 4th boss asked from me.
I know, sounds like a workaholic – I really need to learn how to Live (Laugh, Love), that’s why I paired up with the Devil’s Daughter, a.k.a This sweet Blondie.

When the bowls were filled, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
How could a Man complain when a Woman puts something like this in front of him?

She spoils me with her magic – I could barely finish it, and it didn’t even have any meat in it.
“So, can you now make this?”
– Uhhm… Not really…
“VERDOMME⁴, IT’S SO SIMPLE & EASY!” – Her wrath lashes on me.

I was supposed to learn a Vegan dish to have something to surprise my Mom with, because the only thing I can make became a little boring.

As we struggle to finish off the deal with the meatless meal, some of her relatives join for a visit.
“You’ve been here for only 2 days, and basically you’ve been introduced to the entire family”
Lucky me(?) I couldn’t yet tell if it was an advantage.

As the Sun was passing out for today, She was planning on taking me to the train station, but due to the lack of wine in her body, She, once again – started complaining. After all, the newcomers haven’t yet heard it.
Instead of burying my head like an ostrich – to avoid hearing the exquisite speech for the 4th time today, I decided to take the opportunity and get the most out of it, by listening and learning. The language is still hard, regardless of how much I’m exposed to it.

When She finished explaining her miseries to the rest of the Family, her disappointment increased when her Hungarian friend left her hanging.
Our blood forbids this.
A Man should keep his word, regardless of how things change – That’s the Hungarian piece that I’ll carry through my Life with me.
Gaining a Hungarian’s trust is challenging, yet an enormous feat. If you treat it well, your Life will flourish till the end of days.

As the time came, I said goodbye to them and jumped in the car, pondering, how the fuck did I end up in a warm place like this.

On the way to the station, She remarked but one thing:
“Soo… 2 days. We’ve spent together 48 hours, and I’ve only wanted to kill you once. That’s…something – we’re improving!“
Remember this, if you have a tendency to fall for Psychos like me*

“Love is being willing to die for someone that you yourself want to kill”

-Whitney Cummings

If one thing, I agreed – we were certainly growing. Even if it’s not linear, the future seemed brighter than it ever did.
Many plans were made, most of them were wilder than my greatest dreams. All the way from exploring new countries, cooking the most amazing meals, taking a banana for a walk – Conquering the World in it’s entirety.
Nothing seemed impossible after these evenings.

Little did I know, that History’s cruel joke is to repeat its happenings; and the moment I got out of the car was our last when we saw each other smiling.

“You will never know the value of a moment, until it becomes a memory”

-Dr. Seuss

May you value each and every second you spend in the company of a loved one or your best mates, because it might be the last time you have a chance to truly experience it.

Take care,
Erik

20.07.2019 – Day 180

[Dutch Dictionary]
Inwoners¹ – Inhabitants
Dit keer² – This time
Helemaal alleen³ – Completely alone
Verdomme⁴ – Damn (it)