It was the last gift he got from her. Probably the best birthday gift it was for him. Nothing much but all he saw in that scrap book was the hard work, the affection. He felt the way she wanted to make him feel. Also he could smell her in every page of it.… Continue reading Memories. Don’t open..
I was in a black dress gifted by him on my birthday..Standing in front of the mirror I was thinking which earrings will match.. After all he called me on a date. A date? Well I don’t know. I don’t expect much. He was the only one who mattered to me right then. Well there… Continue reading And the Expetations