First Time
	On the first day of the first year of my life, on the first day of the first year of school, I met her, on the most important day of my life. She said, “hi” and I asked how she was, to which she gave her name.
	Over the next few days, we read in the corner, as the class went by in that unknown tongue. We started to read to each other quite soon, but my favourite, the ear book, wasn't often opened, as her favourite to hear was Green Eggs and Ham. My favourite to hear was Маша и Медведь.
	The day after Thanksgiving vacation, she ran towards me, yelling “Sasha!”as she hugged me.

The Goblet
	Somethings, that I don't understand, seem like dreams, seeing myself in third person.
	After a nice slow walk, he came to her door, at which point he began to rain blows upon its face, until excitement jumped on him. Giddily pulling him through the well known path, leading towards her room, she blurted, “Sasha! Sasha! You have a present!”
	With that, she ran into her bathroom, as he sat on her bed. Emerging out, she held a goblet and began with a big smile:  “So like, yesterday, you got that paper cut and said that blood tastes good, so I cut deeper today and tried to save it for you as a treat!”
	He took the vessel, eyes tearing up, and placed it on the night stand. He responded to her asking why he didn't try it,  by pulling her down onto the bed with him. Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he cried. He cried on her, his love, on her, he cried, “Bree, I love you.”