18 December 2022,
I hope I still have a place in his heart. It has been seventeen years since we met. I still remember the boy standing near my house waiting for a glimpse of mine. My heart used to beat faster. My cheeks used to turn red. In the early winter morning he was like a hot cup of tea to me. His smile gave me warmth. Who knew this charming thirteen years old girl has something hidden in her heart for someone. I miss the boy who used to sing songs in the summer afternoons in the streets. His voice was like cold snow in the burning summer. But life never gives us what we want. Yesterday I attended a concert where I found him singing in front of thousands of people. I wondered how this shy boy turned into a confident man. He expressed his love for his fiance on stage. I felt as if my heart is burning out of jealousy. I know he can never be mine. I wish if that day I had shown some courage to my family , today I would have been his. Today I would have been Mrs Anjali Dias.

Dear Anthony do you still remember me ?Do you know how much your Anjali loves you ? Hope I will be yours in the next life. Love you my dear. Love you DEAR ANTHONY.

~Anjali Singh
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