When I Let You Through My Wall.

Who was me?

I'm basically a girl who , even in her 12 years of life,even before turned to be a teenager:

1: Had a boyfriend.

2: Had problems at home regarding the relation.

3: Opposed to flirting.

4: Sworn never to flirt.

5: Was too innocent, that I did not even know saying a boy "hi." twice meant you like him.         (I mean I did send a boy " hi "twice cause there was no one online much and he seemed decent and non-flirting type , and fairly big to flirt even, so finding everything safe the question is "Why cannot I send hi to someone just out off boredom?" )

6: I cared for the world too much, and for the people even more,and could not bear anyone sad( I used to give my everything in making everyone happy)

7:I could not bear anyone disliking me,like could not bear it 0.00000015 also.

So you can see how I was ,a clean person to that day, stuck to only one person but cared about every person.

Now after killing that diary by tearing of and ruining its white body and soaking it in water and dumping it in a dustbin . Things finally started to settle down and the fights at home where becoming bearable.

In my chats with Vicky I never really mentioned the problems I used to have, cause there was nothing he could do but feel sorry, and the relation was new so we had so many other things to talk about .And for me, well talking with him never really dropped me in the depression hole again.

The magic of newly found love was working full scale on me .

How we forget ourselves when fallen in love ,until we finally get out of the haze and experience the real happiness and strength of it.

But new or old , love I knew was such a thing, which would  always help ,by even breaking your heart . Just the proper vision was all it asked for.

So it went on pretty well, according to me awesome.

We had grown frank to some extent, and had held hands all the while the next day.

Its funny how special I felt even when he held my hand tight, doing circles with his thumb on my hand. And we grew quiet just feeling our hands together.

I knew it was special.