Was it the perfect chiseled face? Or the perfect teeth? The babyish smile? The innocent look in his eyes? The way he looked at me? Or the way he kissed me,  that captured my attention? (maybe I misread the signs) then I told him I loved him.

The statement I regret for the rest of my life.The aura of peace that had bellied the atmosphere soon muffled by a cacophony of sound thoughts that  ran in my mind. I was  mad, actually, that's understatement: I was dying. The reply made my body system to stop; why didn't i think about it? Why didn't God tell me? Why was I blind? Why was the  answer haunting?

He  then kept sending those sweet messages the whole day! Why wouldn't he just leave me to die? Crying couldn't help at that moment, the memories were too painful. Only If I could access memory removal, I would  erase the memories.

The father of my children and my future husband had rejected to spend the future with me... Then I remembered the crazy things I did with him, that I didn't do with anyone else. I'm not bitter that he didn't choose me, in life, I have learnt acceptance.

Some situations can't be changed, but you heave to accept. Love is love. If we were meant to be, we will be...if you haven't done crazy things, then it's never love.