We met a guy five years ago on a dating site, purely from the ballad. Writing back, it was only embarrassing that everything did not call for a walk. So a month passed, and he admitted that he stopped speaking at the age of three when he was walking with his father in the 90s and his father was shot in the park. He only remembers the last time he shouted and tried to escape from his dead father. Mother tried to logopedists, psychologists, but in a small town they are not able to do this. When he told me, I pulled him out for a walk and saw that he was even more beautiful than in the photo. He reads a lot, writes a lot of articles and books. I found for him the best psychotherapist in Moscow, he barely agreed. Three years ago, on the two-year anniversary of the relationship, he came in the evening with a cake, tastes and movies tickets. And then something happened that even my father was crying for. He said the word “I love” a little shy and afraid. It was the best thing that happened to me.