Все пути привели домой

We met in his car outside my school, and he drove me home.

We sat there talking, laughing, and somehow a tiny banana

appeared between us, this silly little thing that made us both smile.

Later we lit candles together in a quiet church, our hands shaking just a little.

We walked through Armenian mountains, fingers intertwined, the world feeling impossibly big

and impossibly small at once. Then I got sick. Our wedding had to wait.

Days turned to weeks, but he never left. When I finally

wore that dress, it felt like breathing again. We moved to Meghri,