"I hear Germany is safe for people like us. Just imagine! We'll buy a two-story house in Berlin, get married, take the twins from the orphanage!" she was thinking about your new life with great enthusiasm, no longer living in reality, but somewhere in the future. In your new perfect life. Without all the turmoil and homophobic society.

That society included your parents, who were rabid homophobes and tried to drum into your head how wrong it was and that it was a disease. It's hard to be born a tolerant, peaceful and responsible child in such a family.

Your parents almost gave up on you when your mother looked through your phone in secret and read the correspondence with your girlfriend, Jill. You were sent to a psychologist, a psychiatrist, a gynecologist, all the doctors you could think of, just to "cure this disease". Nothing helped, on the back of the fact that all the doctors were free and were on your parents' side

After about four years, you pretended that you were cured, because it was unbearable to go to unnecessary doctors and waste your time. You've reconnected with Valentine.

Now it's just the two of you, not counting the priest, standing at the altar and taking your vows to each other. She was in a relaxed tie, slacks and a white shirt with a button undone while you were like a princess with a bouquet of flowers, white puffy dress and veil.

The priest's words are only noise to your ears as you gaze at each other. You see the ocean in her eyes, and she in yours - all the unspoken words of love. And without waiting for the words of a third person, you kiss, already imagining how you will celebrate this momentous event in your life together.