Nine

I am not sure that those were really happy times but at least they were a welcome break from the constant pain. Nine years ago I weighted ten kilograms less than today (although this doesn’t really show on the outside and I have no photo of myself from that year to show people how I skinny I was then), I was full of energy and determined that my life should be a happy one from that moment on. Though, it was far from that. On Friday, nine years ago Ž stepped into my life and changed it forever. This year we spent some pleasant moments in my favorite bar in the city centre to celebrate our anniversary. Eating cakes. :) Who knows where we will be in nine years?