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I felt very nervous about how to tell my opinion that I don't wanna marry,
but to my surprise he told me that "do you like me, do you want to marry?"
"no! in the sense I don't want to marry and lead a ........." I stopped by him " then it would be alright even I don't want to marry so if we both marry then we both lead our own lives. you can be yourself and I can be myself, is that ok?"
I remained silent then after few minutes I opened up " I have seen many difficulties, many betrayals, many disappointments, lots of problems, I have cried for many days, only now I am a little happy, I want to be happy, I don't want to cry any more, so please don't make me cry, don't ever leave me and I will never leave you at any cost, if that's ok for you then we can marry?" I told it with tears rolling in my eyes and looked for any answer from him.
"Thank you for sharing your personal, with this I think that you trust me, I will never break your trust and will never hurt you and will never .......
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