—Hanzo—
Twenty-four years of my life. I have been trying hard not to hold her and kiss her. Ever since that time, she told me that she hated me after I kissed her lips; I was nine years old and she was seven years old and broke my heart. I started having nightmares that she'll hate me more. So, I isolate myself and distance myself. I tried hard not to see her as it started getting into my head. Thinking that she might fall in love with another boy.
With my grandmother's help, I stopped missing her so much for years, but there are days that I have been triggered and I have to see her. 'I hate you! And I won't marry you. Her words cut through me. It's painful and I never felt anything as painful as it. We are soul mates and we should get married. We belong to each other. But somehow, I ruined it with a single kiss and possessiveness.
