"Let me feel like I'm a queen and then you'll be the king. I promise!" This was her motto in man-woman relations. Come on, I decided. Last attempt made. I will not knock an account. I'll give her everything and we'll feel what it's like to be king. I streamed. I booked plane tickets to the Black Forest. "Perikolna" - cool! She hugged me happily. "You are the man of my dreams," she laughed and a good atmosphere of anticipation finally prevailed between us. We plowed Bukinig dot com. We compared prices. We booked rooms. I rented a comfortable car and planned routes.  Forty-eight hours before takeoff I called to demand her safety. We arranged for me to get there with my belongings and from there we would drive together to the airport. We talked about Da and Ha, we made sure we packed everything and then, by the way, I asked what she brings to the flight. "What do you mean?" Asked as if not understanding. "I bring myself."
"Obviously," I replied, "but maybe you could make us sandwiches?"
"Why don't you make it? I told you - I bring myself. I'm the most important candy!" The call is over. I tried to ignore the bitter truth. I still refused to admit that it was a sick relationship. It was already late in the evening and a bad feeling began to gnaw at my heart. At midnight the cell phone rang. "I decided not to go!"
"Marina, what happened?" I tried to relax and understand. But she just repeated the same words over and over and finally slammed the phone down ...