A tomato and what it did made me remember

Real tasty fresh tomatoes, even found in a small supermarket near Paris, when I visited, went back once. This were taken inside the market, on the stall, but I did not resist.

I did buy and took home, tasted and savored, and they were so much "more" then the one's I find and eat nowadays in London. They remind me at the real home grown tomatoes we found in the market in Bucarest, before going to a picknick with my boyfriend, that remains always in my memory. 

I was 25 and him 26 and well, that day, even if not in the forest, but after that when we went to a room his best friend had, I went all the way with him. Two years later, we married, and later, he gave me my two children.

We did not have a lot of money, so we did buy only great fresh cheese, leaf of bread and tomatoes. But still remember, how good that lunch tasted. Followed by kisses in the middle of the forest. 

When I got home, that day, not too late even so my father could not object, I looked at the mirror: "How come nothing different is apparent on me?" It took month, then I begin to have a special mysterious smile on my face. 

A simple, or special tomato may speak more to me then one would believe. 

Now, perhaps even to you?