You know when he looks at you and it says things. Everything. So we were casually talking and strolling side by side and (this was maybe two or three years after we had been together) he had said something about something happening wrong with his family or something related to that. Now I am really bad at remembering lines but I remember moments and memories and glances and stuff like that. So when he said something like that what I did was I went to the nearest tree and knocked on it twice, you know touch wood when someone talks about the probability of something bad happening even though no one knows if it actually works but you still do it just in case.
So I had gone a little out of our path to do that and when I turned around to face him, he had this look on his face and till date I still remember what the look spoke of. It said, "Wow, she has so much care and love not only for me but even my family. I love her, I really do and someday I will make her my wife because she's worth it. She's one of a kind and I'm never letting her go." I understood that look pretty well but I just smiled back at him. And I did love his family, his mother was like my mother, his father like mine, his sister was my sister and his grandmother too. They didn't like me that very much and I don't think they considered me family. But I had always considered them my family maybe that's why it hurt, when they forbade him from talking to me. The same people whom I considered near and dear to me were doing this. Maybe it was my fault, but it was never theirs because they never knew what they and he meant to me. It was my fault to have loved them so much. But I forgive myself for I was naïve. Don't worry I still love them but just not the same after they've unknowingly hurt me. Funny how it is how we unknowingly hurt people even if we never mean to.
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Dusk Till Dawn
RomanceI am wide awake. At 3 am, and all I can think about is him, turned to his left, left cheek squished onto his pillow, eyes shut, not tight shut but gently shut. Him breathing quietly and a soft light from the window falling upon his face. Sleeping. A...