Olya and I were classmates. We knew each other since kindergarten. Back then I was madly in love with the blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl with long hair. It would seem that the sympathy that arise at such a young age, should eventually fade away.
Children’s psyche is very flexible. Today you like one, tomorrow another. But not in my case. When Olya and I became classmates, I began to like her even more. Every year she became more and more beautiful. And how I liked pulling her plaits in class. She took offense, but her slightly pouty baby face seemed so cute. And I didn’t hide it, I kept wishing she would look at me with those big blue eyes of hers again.
When I was a teenager, guys had long ago started hitting on different girls, but not me. An unrequited love for Ola still lived in my heart. She never paid any attention to me, though. She always liked bad boys better. What about me, a straight-A student with glasses and a shirt and pants. Definitely not her type.
We graduated high school, and we each went on with our own lives. Some went to university, some to college, and some went straight to work. I won a grant to study at the most prestigious university in the capital. I confess, there were such girls studying there, with the appearance of goddesses from Olympus, insanely beautiful, but they only had an emptiness in their souls. And I even dated some of them.
Nevertheless, the image of the sweet, kind, naturally beautiful Olya always appeared in my mind. It was 10 years after school, I had my own business, I had everything for a great life. There was a reunion, I went there too, I hoped that Olya would be there too. And yes, she was there. Still as beautiful and lovely. We got to talking, we ended the evening at my place. In the morning I asked her to live with me, and a month later we were married. I was the happiest. The girl I had dreamed of since childhood, finally became my wife.
And like life was good for us, Olga was a housewife, and I earned us money, but I began to notice that when I do not come home from work, she was tired, tired. And from what, it would seem. I even thought then that she was cheating on me. So I decided to install a video camera to see what she was doing and who comes to her. What was my surprise when my beloved wife did not sit down all day.
She cooked, cleaned, and did laundry – she did everything for me. And before I had to come home from work, she would put on her best dress and makeup on her head and face. What a fool I was to think of her that way. In fact, she loved me as much as I loved her.
