Loving her was the most difficult part of my life.
I never looked her that way. I underestimated her, discouraged her, treated her like a slave.She never fought back. Sometimes, she did oppose but I shut her.
She does a lot for me, but I never appreciated her. I couldn't
see the reality.She stood by me.She was always there for me. I laughed, she laughed. I cried, she cried. I
suffered, she suffered. I won, she won. She experienced everything along with me.
She was too scared to tell me anything. But, one day, she gathered the
courage to tell me about her dream. I laughed hard at her dream of becoming a
writer. It wasn't, she wrote bad or she wasn't capable of doing better. I
guess, I was too frugal to reward her. I always thought being an engineer
or doctor was way better than becoming a writer. That was the only reason, I
never encouraged her to pursue her dream.
She did what I said. She pursued, what I decided for her. She did
everything for me.But, for me she remained a looser. I hated her,
considered her nothing but a victim. I sympathized her but never loved her.
She continued writing in leisure. I read every article of her. One day,
she wrote so well that I couldn't stop smiling. Yes, that very moment, I fell
for her writing and finally for her.
I never admitted my feelings, but isn't valentine a perfect occasion to acknowledge my feelings. I proposed her last valentine.
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"I love you. I love you for what you are." I said looking at the mirror.
and the girl from the other side of the mirror smiled back.
This valentine is the first anniversary of our love. Hope it grows more and more with time.
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