The man proposed her. She with her rosy cheeks nodded for a yes. All her childhood weeding dreams got real. Marrying with her dream man in real. They celebrated their marriage in the states with Kings and Queens as a guest. Afterall she was proud that she was marrying a soldier. Who would fought for the nation one day. But the little did she know that her first love was never meant all the promises. As the war broke down, the distance between those two elevates. During the day she waits for him to came back all loving and young as she saw him at first. All nights she use to cry under those soft velvety blanket knowing the war could take his man forever. Writing long love notes, pressing kisses and flowers were being the only attachment they had. Looking at the mail box with that gloomy face with a enlivened heart. Those love letters were so precious, she caresses the old torn page like it had his lovers soul. Her heart instantly chooses to be bright and hopeful. π•Ώπ–π–Š 𝖒𝖆𝖓 π–•π–—π–”π–•π–”π–˜π–Šπ–‰ π–π–Šπ–—. π•Ύπ–π–Š π–œπ–Žπ–™π– π–π–Šπ–— π–—π–”π–˜π–ž π–ˆπ–π–Šπ–Šπ–π–˜ π–“π–”π–‰π–‰π–Šπ–‰ 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 π–žπ–Šπ–˜. 𝕬𝖑𝖑 π–π–Šπ–— π–ˆπ–π–Žπ–‘π–‰π–π–”π–”π–‰ π–œπ–Šπ–Šπ–‰π–Žπ–“π–Œ π–‰π–—π–Šπ–†π–’π–˜ π–Œπ–”π–™ π–—π–Šπ–†π–‘. π•Έπ–†π–—π–—π–žπ–Žπ–“π–Œ π–œπ–Žπ–™π– π–π–Šπ–— π–‰π–—π–Šπ–†π–’ 𝖒𝖆𝖓 π–Žπ–“ π–—π–Šπ–†π–‘. π•Ώπ–π–Šπ–ž π–ˆπ–Šπ–‘π–Šπ–‡π–—π–†π–™π–Šπ–‰ π–™π–π–Šπ–Žπ–— π–’π–†π–—π–—π–Žπ–†π–Œπ–Š π–Žπ–“ π–™π–π–Š π–˜π–™π–†π–™π–Šπ–˜ π–œπ–Žπ–™π– π•Άπ–Žπ–“π–Œπ–˜ 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π•Όπ–šπ–Šπ–Šπ–“π–˜ π–†π–˜ 𝖆 π–Œπ–šπ–Šπ–˜π–™. π•¬π–‹π–™π–Šπ–—π–†π–‘π–‘ π–˜π–π–Š π–œπ–†π–˜ π–•π–—π–”π–šπ–‰ 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–˜π–π–Š π–œπ–†π–˜ π–’π–†π–—π–—π–žπ–Žπ–“π–Œ 𝖆 π–˜π–”π–‘π–‰π–Žπ–Šπ–—. 𝖂𝖍𝖔 π–œπ–”π–šπ–‘π–‰ π–‹π–”π–šπ–Œπ–π–™ 𝖋𝖔𝖗 π–™π–π–Š π–“π–†π–™π–Žπ–”π–“ π–”π–“π–Š π–‰π–†π–ž. π•­π–šπ–™ π–™π–π–Š π–‘π–Žπ–™π–™π–‘π–Š π–‰π–Žπ–‰ π–˜π–π–Š π–π–“π–”π–œ 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–π–Šπ–— π–‹π–Žπ–—π–˜π–™ π–‘π–”π–›π–Š π–œπ–†π–˜ π–“π–Šπ–›π–Šπ–— π–’π–Šπ–†π–“π–™ 𝖆𝖑𝖑 π–™π–π–Š π–•π–—π–”π–’π–Žπ–˜π–Šπ–˜. π•¬π–˜ π–™π–π–Š π–œπ–†π–— π–‡π–—π–”π–π–Š π–‰π–”π–œπ–“, π–™π–π–Š π–‰π–Žπ–˜π–™π–†π–“π–ˆπ–Š π–‡π–Šπ–™π–œπ–Šπ–Šπ–“ π–™π–π–”π–˜π–Š π–™π–œπ–” π–Šπ–‘π–Šπ–›π–†π–™π–Šπ–˜. π•―π–šπ–—π–Žπ–“π–Œ π–™π–π–Š π–‰π–†π–ž π–˜π–π–Š π–œπ–†π–Žπ–™π–˜ 𝖋𝖔𝖗 π–π–Žπ–’ 𝖙𝖔 π–ˆπ–†π–’π–Š π–‡π–†π–ˆπ– 𝖆𝖑𝖑 π–‘π–”π–›π–Žπ–“π–Œ 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–žπ–”π–šπ–“π–Œ π–†π–˜ π–˜π–π–Š π–˜π–†π–œ π–π–Žπ–’ 𝖆𝖙 π–‹π–Žπ–—π–˜π–™. 𝕬𝖑𝖑 π–“π–Žπ–Œπ–π–™π–˜ π–˜π–π–Š π–šπ–˜π–Š 𝖙𝖔 π–ˆπ–—π–ž π–šπ–“π–‰π–Šπ–— π–™π–π–”π–˜π–Š π–˜π–”π–‹π–™ π–›π–Šπ–‘π–›π–Šπ–™π–ž π–‡π–‘π–†π–“π–π–Šπ–™ π–π–“π–”π–œπ–Žπ–“π–Œ π–™π–π–Š π–œπ–†π–— π–ˆπ–”π–šπ–‘π–‰ π–™π–†π–π–Š π–π–Žπ–˜ 𝖒𝖆𝖓 π–‹π–”π–—π–Šπ–›π–Šπ–—. π–‚π–—π–Žπ–™π–Žπ–“π–Œ π–‘π–”π–“π–Œ π–‘π–”π–›π–Š π–“π–”π–™π–Šπ–˜, π–•π–—π–Šπ–˜π–˜π–Žπ–“π–Œ π–π–Žπ–˜π–˜π–Šπ–˜ 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–‹π–‘π–”π–œπ–Šπ–—π–˜ π–œπ–Šπ–—π–Š π–‡π–Šπ–Žπ–“π–Œ π–™π–π–Š π–”π–“π–‘π–ž π–†π–™π–™π–†π–ˆπ–π–’π–Šπ–“π–™ π–™π–π–Šπ–ž 𝖍𝖆𝖉. π•·π–”π–”π–π–Žπ–“π–Œ 𝖆𝖙 π–™π–π–Š π–’π–†π–Žπ–‘ 𝖇𝖔𝖝 π–œπ–Žπ–™π– 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–Œπ–‘π–”π–”π–’π–ž π–‹π–†π–ˆπ–Š π–œπ–Žπ–™π– 𝖆 π–Šπ–“π–‘π–Žπ–›π–Šπ–“π–Šπ–‰ π–π–Šπ–†π–—π–™. π•Ώπ–π–”π–˜π–Š π–‘π–”π–›π–Š π–‘π–Šπ–™π–™π–Šπ–—π–˜ π–œπ–Šπ–—π–Š π–˜π–” π–•π–—π–Šπ–ˆπ–Žπ–”π–šπ–˜, π–˜π–π–Š π–ˆπ–†π–—π–Šπ–˜π–˜π–Šπ–˜ π–™π–π–Š 𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖓 π–•π–†π–Œπ–Š π–‘π–Žπ–π–Š π–Žπ–™ 𝖍𝖆𝖉 π–π–Žπ–˜ π–‘π–”π–›π–Šπ–—π–˜ π–˜π–”π–šπ–‘. π•³π–Šπ–— π–π–Šπ–†π–—π–™ π–Žπ–“π–˜π–™π–†π–“π–™π–‘π–ž π–ˆπ–π–”π–”π–˜π–Šπ–˜ 𝖙𝖔 π–‡π–Š π–‡π–—π–Žπ–Œπ–π–™ 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–π–”π–•π–Šπ–‹π–šπ–‘. ☆☆☆☆☆☆ ☆☆☆☆☆☆ With the calmness and tranquility she drifted into sleep still in the fear of loosing him. But her butterflies world broke apart when the love letters changes to martyred note. Knowing her love of her life now never existed. That he broke the promise to die and live together. Sorrowness that only twenty three years of her age, she already lost the most salient person of her life. Yet, with immense pride in her heart she cried off. π–‚π–Žπ–™π– π–™π–π–Š π–ˆπ–†π–‘π–’π–“π–Šπ–˜π–˜ 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–™π–—π–†π–“π––π–šπ–Žπ–‘π–Žπ–™π–ž π–˜π–π–Š π–‰π–—π–Žπ–‹π–™π–Šπ–‰ π–Žπ–“π–™π–” π–˜π–‘π–Šπ–Šπ–• π–˜π–™π–Žπ–‘π–‘ π–Žπ–“ π–™π–π–Š π–‹π–Šπ–†π–— 𝖔𝖋 π–‘π–”π–”π–˜π–Žπ–“π–Œ π–π–Žπ–’. π•­π–šπ–™ π–π–Šπ–— π–‡π–šπ–™π–™π–Šπ–—π–‹π–‘π–Žπ–Šπ–˜ π–œπ–”π–—π–‘π–‰ π–‡π–—π–”π–π–Š 𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 π–œπ–π–Šπ–“ π–™π–π–Š π–‘π–”π–›π–Š π–‘π–Šπ–™π–™π–Šπ–—π–˜ π–ˆπ–π–†π–“π–Œπ–Šπ–˜ 𝖙𝖔 π–’π–†π–—π–™π–žπ–—π–Šπ–‰ π–“π–”π–™π–Š. π•Άπ–“π–”π–œπ–Žπ–“π–Œ π–π–Šπ–— π–‘π–”π–›π–Š 𝖔𝖋 π–π–Šπ–— π–‘π–Žπ–‹π–Š π–“π–”π–œ π–“π–Šπ–›π–Šπ–— π–Šπ–π–Žπ–˜π–™π–Šπ–‰. 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–π–Š π–‡π–—π–”π–π–Š π–™π–π–Š π–•π–—π–”π–’π–Žπ–˜π–Š 𝖙𝖔 π–‰π–Žπ–Š 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–‘π–Žπ–›π–Š π–™π–”π–Œπ–Šπ–™π–π–Šπ–—. π•Ύπ–”π–—π–—π–”π–œπ–“π–Šπ–˜π–˜ 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–”π–“π–‘π–ž π–™π–œπ–Šπ–“π–™π–ž π–™π–π–—π–Šπ–Š π–žπ–Šπ–†π–—π–˜ 𝖔𝖋 π–π–Šπ–— π–†π–Œπ–Š, π–˜π–π–Š π–†π–‘π–—π–Šπ–†π–‰π–ž π–‘π–”π–˜π–™ π–™π–π–Š π–’π–”π–˜π–™ π–˜π–†π–‘π–Žπ–Šπ–“π–™ π–•π–Šπ–—π–˜π–”π–“ 𝖔𝖋 π–π–Šπ–— π–‘π–Žπ–‹π–Š. π–„π–Šπ–™, π–œπ–Žπ–™π– π–Žπ–’π–’π–Šπ–“π–˜π–Š π–•π–—π–Žπ–‰π–Š π–Žπ–“ π–π–Šπ–— π–π–Šπ–†π–—π–™ π–˜π–π–Š π–ˆπ–—π–Žπ–Šπ–‰ 𝖔𝖋

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