OSL:BHYN

I am heading straight to the castle. 

I just do not want to. Its getting hurts more each day. The "how if" question haunt me when I remembering you, Hubby. Imho, A good man will never makes his lady asking too much, A good man will never let his lady feels like she's the bitchy one. I know its a bit hyperbolic but this is what I am really feels in current day. Lucky is never figured the failed one before. It would be hard to be fixed. Easily forgiven but hard to heal the wound. This is what I could describe. The peanut in a nutcracker. Jiya. But I wish happiness always around you; You'll got all the blessing; but I am not think about us anymore. You seems happy when you far away from me.  Sleep well, I do not remember how to spell I love you. 

If I date you. I see my self marrying you, nor just your body, either your soul. I see my self building with you. I see my self growing with you. I don't date to just past time. I am dating you because i want you for the rest of my life.

This leftover space, just on the edge of the page where I said I could hardly breathe anymore is where you’d write about that one night we went sightseeing on our bounching date and you act really weird and starts saying anything you could said. Saying something about stars and forever and I couldn’t hear you over the loud rumble of the music and the chatter of people, but I knew you said something about eternity, because in the corner of my eye I was starting at an elderly couple and it made my heart dissolve into a million little pieces and carried throughout my veins until every inch of my body was covered in what I could only assume was love and I don’t know how you did it, but somehow you did. Just to the left where I pasted in a photograph of us on a giant Boteva wheel last autumn is where you’d write about the day we spent the entire night on the beach and you plucked falling stars from the sky and fashioned me a crown and told me I was your queen. Slipped your fing...