I wish I could leave these memories behind that have been haunting me for life. But these have become a part of who I am. I still can't come to terms with them, perhaps because the memories reflect my current condition too.
Then, one day, she appeared out of nowhere. She was a breath of fresh air in my gloomy life. Again, she looked nothing special, just an ordinary woman. But her spirit was of a warrior. Independent and brave and… kind. Her kindness towards anyone and everyone has probably charmed me the most. She doesn't even care about herself at times.
I am well aware what had transpired last night. While she slept with her back against the head rest, I woke up to find myself in her arms. Silly girl had slept at some point of time. Why was she so careless around me? Did she not see me as a man?
