“It’s cold in mid noon. Silence settles slowly between us, we just had a quarrel. The kind of quarrel that sparks the imagination of a hundred millions things you could do to her. Why doesn’t she listen or get my P.O.V (point of view), all these i am doing is to make her a better person. The more I get pissed, the more I figure out my heart beats in the syllables of her name. Guess she needs to grow up, I’d give her some space.” “The weather is so cold, all I need is his cuddle and warmth round me. He simply didn’t get me again…I can’t believe that horrible look could rest on his handsome face. Sometimes I wonder if been a lady means becoming a slave to a man. Who knows maybe that’s the price we have to pay for peace to reign because last time I checked a man is the boss isn’t it? But we are not married anyway so why this thought of complete submission?
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