There were at least about 10 days of exchanging messages and invitations for meetings that never seemed to coincide. Until one Friday, a blue Mini appeared in front of the hostel to pick me up for a glass of wine.
Inside it, a confident man with sunglasses exuding a good smell...
We went to his house, where I felt very comfortable with Jackson, his Labrador.
Harry is respectful, fun, and extremely sexy. He served me wine and was very patient with my difficulties speaking English.
His manners and personality won me over from the begin.
And his touch... oh, his touch! As he caressed me, my heart beat so strongly that it felt like a gong reverberating from my chest in sync with our harmony. We have an incredible night, I didn't even realize when it was already daytime and I needed to leave to the hostel.
We continued to see each other on various other Fridays that we named "Harry's day". The desire to be together led us to add more days of the week to our encounters, including short walks, visits to cemeteries, series marathons, meetings with friends, and sharing meals.
Our harmony was perfected with each encounter, seven times more!
His ability to understand me while also teaching me was, without a doubt, a differentiator.
Harry is the embodiment of everything I admire in a person: education, kindness, and a truly extraordinary soul.
To me, he is a true prince, not only because of the name he carries, but because of the nobility of his character.
We stayed together until my last day in Northern Ireland, and I said goodbye with a broken heart and a strong desire to stay...
Yes, life with him is a journey I would continue with my eyes closed, even knowing that there may be obstacles along the way.
And the only bad thing about this beautiful story is my feeling of loss for having a traveler's life.
