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CHAPTER 3

Today, it's been almost past 3 downpours I fancy my life living being in a relationship. I would have never imagined my life like this before 3 years from now. The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time. Its 22 daylight of June in the present day but I still memorize, three Winters past when I was 18, I had always hunted a fun-loving life , with loads of pointless and flabbergasted desires although it's not the same at the moment perhaps somehow I am blissful; I am engaged ! I so much feel affection for him, or possibly I am trying, can say I am actually falling for him. It seems like when I sense about him, my heart beat more rapidly than never, it bangs it's self in to the cage of my heart like it just wants to get a hold out of it somehow and almost cuddle him. I almost certainly run out of words, I am so very not sure about this sensation I am going throughout, or is it that it all seems to be a dream or a dream come true? So many questions pumping into my queries factory! "Oh my dear childlike miniature have you had any idea to what I m suffering, you would have never done this to me; my dear little what is it that you are hiding deep inside that bottom most corner of yours? Is it that you are mystified with a feeling or are you justly blank"? Okay this is not what I am supposed to think now, All what I am drilled into my head is that I am grown up like a full-fledged female and so I should act like one too. All I had ever dreamt of I have it today. My fiance, Ted is a very well-known businessman and lives a flourish life. The one who promises me to treat like a Princess. I just said "promises", but I am glad there exist gentleman on this earth who believes in pinky promises .I am crazy for him like any women would for a Michelangelo.

The aroma he wears can be felt all over me even in his absence. His speaking smile always addresses my heart with messages he wants to convey. He speaks a lot though but his silent words hurt my heart like a prickly egged weapon. It is something which keeps him away from me?Oh while it's hurting but sweet.It's difficult to live like this , i know that he is just like me , over sensitive! Its hurting me and i bleed.All this words he speak casually or that i am just too weak but it hurts me. Everything he say while it comes ,like a knife it hurts me. Our first kiss is the only happy memory which keeps this relation going, I don't remember the last time he shared loving words. The time is not to be blamed, this life is like a river flowing nowhere, it has no destination, the deep thirst of listening to his voice, my ears are craving! It's my birthday today and I am sure he will give me a call. (The talking device Rings and here I am about to receive a call, I am sure it's him, its Ted.)