I started dating a guy at a very young age, unbelievably the date went on conquering all the possible obstacles. Distance played a hard part well even that didn't break us, it did but we patched up every single time we met in person. We were kids, I mean what would you call a 13years old and a 16years old dating and planning for future. Years passed by, family got involved, that obstical took minimal two years to sort. Every thing seemed well 'great' I must say! The guy got into some work and I was busy with my studies. We fought often a lot like 'miserably a lot'. Yet, we made amends with our relationship every night at 11 because that's when he had time for me after the long tiring day. I was naive and completely dependent on him well, I still am. I was assured that we would get married after my graduation even though I told him I would get a job first but, why lie to myself. Since, I was clueless about my life. All I could think of was becoming his bride and sorting our future. Oh! I still wonder, but I was a kid what else would you expect. He loved me, because the meaning of love was mere love.

But things started to take a turn when I entered college. I realised I have a life, I began debating I began writing, I began doing things my way. Sadly, I never found his support . I cant blame him our worlds are poles apart or may I should...