My name is Andrew I live in the city and love it there, but today I went to visit my grandpa in his farm for the weekend, my gramps was sitting in his chair outside looking at the mountains I arrive and lay next to him, he was a stern man, his face was full of wrinkles.

I sit outside with him as I see my mum's car driving away. I look up at my gramps, he still has his wrinkles and his stern face. he asked me without looking down

''How's school going, Andrew?''

I responde

''It's fine I guess, you see, I like this person, but, I know if I ever tell anyone, they'll say I'm weird..''

He looked at me for a glance, then looked back at the mountains, and said

''Love should never be weird, even if people think it is, trust me Andrew, I've seen people die for love...You know..My first love wasn't your grandma''

My ears pick up and I look at him with curious eyes, he looked at me, took a deep breath and said

''Alright, I'll tell you''

''I was a young fella, I was 16 at the time I met them, they were a wonderful person, and were close to me family due to bussiness, we'll spend evenings in our study were we would read books, I was very into mistery books, but they loved poems and romance books. We got closer and closer with each they, maybe too close for bussiness, we would scape to empty room or alleys to pass the time or even kiss, they were pure and our love was too, as so, until they got sent off to war, they sent me letters everyday, so poetic I fell for them over and over, until one letter, was their last..they had died fighting''

I processed this, and nodded, quite understanding my gramp, that person must have being wonderful, like he stated

after a moment the conversationg shifted and we got inside for dinner after grandma called

we got in and I looked at my gramps wedding portrait wth grama, their wedding was so pretty, specially with the lavander flowers in grama's dress and Grandpa's suit.