Cigarette Daydream
Las Vegas. Some nights. A wedding. Sometimes things are not as they seem. Our love story was perfect. We had met in Las Vegas three weeks ago and we had lived a love story worthy of a movie: we fell madly in love with each other. Soul connection. The problem was that I lived in New York and he lived in Chicago. As neither of us really believed in a long distance relationship, we were getting ready to say goodbye, until he made the proposal and I decided to accept and move to Chicago with him, after all, of the two of us, my profession was the most important. flexible when it came to locations. — And how was the order? – the presenter asks. — We were watching some basketball game on the bedroom TV. We had decided not to go out that night for two reasons. The first is that we wanted some time for ourselves, after all, it was our farewell night after we spent almost three whole days glued to each other. The second is that we were both hung over after spending three days drinking. I say, making the audience laugh again. I had a talent for giving interviews, as I was able to create a light and relaxed atmosphere. “I told him I didn't want those days to ever end. He smiled at me and replied that they didn't need to end and asked if I wanted to spend the rest of my days with him. I say, smiling. “Well, it's practically impossible to say no to Tobias when he smiles cutely and stares at you with those magnificent eyes. We left the room and went looking for an Elvis to celebrate our wedding. I say, cracking a smile. I see several people smiling in the audience too. — Simple as that? – the presenter asks. — Simple as that. - I confirm. “I got married wearing sweatpants, flip-flops and a poorly done ponytail. — I finish, drawing laughter from those who were present in the studio.
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