Sometimes in life, not necessarily the people we love always reside in our life regardless of the fact that they reside in our heart. they just remain in our heart. not in our life and as time passes we learn to accept that or do we really are forced to accept that?

Maybe deep down we still can't digest the fact that the person

whom we loved with all our heart couldn't be present in our life the same way they are present in our hearts aren't they?

Life seems meaningless and unworthy.

Our own heart starts to pierce us through numerous memories, spent time and what not! The soul doesn't feel like the soul anymore... the body doesn't feel like the body anymore. it feels just disappearing and never being found again.

And I write things that I couldn't live. I couldn't live the life I wanted with you. I couldn't live the life where I would be loved by you.

I couldn't live the life where we see the future in each other's eyes. I couldn't live the life where you would say to me "I love you" I couldn't live the life where you'd get possessive about me.

I couldn't live life, to celebrate your birthday. I couldn't live the life to see you face to face. I couldn't live the life to hear your voice on a call. I couldn't live the life where you would kiss me on my lips.

I couldn't live the life where you'd look into my eyes and say " never leave me alone" I couldn't the life where we are living a life together. I couldn't live the life where we are eagerly waiting to get to know each other and this is why i write.

So that whatever I couldn't live and make it a reality, I can at least live them in my imagination . I'm writing it because we are already each other's in my story.

For my reader's:~

I'll begin with character setting and introduction as my first chapter soon.

This story has a complete connection with the real life .