How I left your mother
Kids, I have never told you this story before. It's not a happy story.It might be a sad story, or maybe not. It's just life as it is. You see, back when I was younger, I was different. Hard to let anyone in, even harder to love someone.Your mother, however, broke that ice and found a way into my heart. It was a miracle that I cannot understand to this day, and I salute her for the courage she had to do so. Like all stories, this one had a colorful beginning, golden leaves in autumn, hot yellow sun in the summer, green grass in the spring and that clandestine beauty covered in white snow in the winter. It had all of that, and when did we lose the colors....I have no idea. At least I cannot remember, you should ask your mother about that, maybe she knows.After that, it was all grey, and by the end, it was a shitty brown, going towards black or a sort of a dark, bloody red. The moments we had were epic, like in a fairytale. The small faults - humane, understandable. The mi...