The sickness continued for longer than I expected. The days went really long as I stayed at home. I kept on having weird dreams but fortunately not of 'him'.These all days the most prominent thing that struck me hard was the reality of my own life. Between his thoughts and my first feelings of liking someone;somewhere along the line I lost track of my own life. Maybe I have not talked much about my family and that is because it always have been a mess. My father and mother had never been in unity.They are always in a dispute about how miserable their lives are in this marraige and they had not divorced just for my sake. But they agreed on seperation through mutual decision. So whenever one is on trouble or something, I am literally passed on the other side. And through all this family disputes I feel I have always been a victim but they treated me more like a cause. Since childhood I was always tangled in a maze of confusion and doubts. It is not that I was not given something which is necessary for growth. I was provided with all materialistic necessities, but I was deprived of love. I was left so lonely that I was never able to open up to people and neither I'm able to now. People say that your mother is your first best friend but never in my life I was able to realise it. And when 'he' came in my life,I felt something really special in my heart. My heart started beating fast and I had that feeling of having butterflies in my stomach. I could never accurately define that moment but his presence means a lot to me.But I'm just afraid because since my childhood whenever I was happy something sad just had to happen after that. I don't want him to leave me because this is the first time in my life that I'm being able to rely on someone. I may not rely on him verbally but atleast his presence in this world makes it a whole lot better for me. I don't know what it is going to be but I know this is just the beginning...