I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly while letting all the sadness I had prisoned in my heart to flow out as tears.
"My poor little angel..." she said, rubbing my back gently.
Everything that has happened between him and me, since the day I first met him was replaying in my mind. He is so handsome, like a Greek God... I think it is the first reason my feelings got attached to him. But when time passes his handsomeness mattered less, there is something hidden in his arrogant, cold self which made me get sort of obsessed with him... I have no experience with men... Each and every man I met in my life before he came to my life was either my family or just a person who lives in my village. No specialty... So when I met him, everything seemed to be changed. Even in the worst circumstan
