I meet a guy. He has the habit of periodically writing something on a mirror after breath.
After a month of relationship, I love you.
After two months, you are my favorite.
After three months – Hi, dear!
Six months later – the mirror.
In a year, I want a beer.
After one and a half, go on.
Two years later, you are born!
And yesterday's new masterpiece - a fun-working place, ubeys the wall =)