There he was, walking in the tiny room, in backwards and forwards, mumbling madly, and trying to think of an essence for his essay. He wanted to be an etnographer, and there for he had to work insanely hard. Only one other person in the planet called Earth knew what he wanted to be. That person was Nina, his soulmade.

Nina was everything he could dream of. She was also the only reason why he intended to be an ethnographer. He wanted to make her proud. He wanted to give her everything she ever wanted. He wanted to be there for her.

Why, he had these feelings, he did not know. Why he wanted to marry her, was becouse he had these feelings for her. And these feelings were getting stronger by the minute. Then again, these feelings were growing so fast, he knew he wouldn’t be able to fill up the standars. The standars – Well, who knows how an eighteen year old female thinks?

When he looked worried at the desk, where his notebook and pencil lay, the idea popped up in his mind. The essence in his little essay would be love. How peoble have grown love in different countrys and what the success and damagde it have had.

But what did he knew about love?

He thought of Nina. He smiled; he had the essay ritten in his mind, ritten by Nina.



Shh! Okay, fyrsta sagan min á ensku, svo ENDILEGA látið mig vita af stafsetningarvillum og rangri uppsetningu.