MuguRe

  " It is hard that we should part  just when we have become used  to each other's thoughts and ways,  and each needful to the other.  When thou art with me, life is full,  and when thou art away, my life is a desert.     It cannot be that we will not sit on our bed making plans,  plans in which I had a share.      Didst thou not say that I could help you  and will it be somebody else taking my place?     I do not intend to make this parting harder than it is;  the strain is too great, I cannot bear it;  my tears will flow if I try to endure it.     Only this have I the strength to say,  that this parting cannot be long;  for those who love as we do cannot be parted.      We shall always be united in thought;  and thought is a powerful magnet.     I have often spoken to thee of reason;  now I speak to thee of faith." H...

Love and hate . So intertwined! The line inbetween so thin. And sometimes it’s hard to know whether it’s love or hate. So turbulent! So, so unsettling! Here she was. At an age where she should really know better but it seemed commonsense and experience had disembarked the train that was her life at some unknown station. Perhaps if she could remember when and where, she could attempt to go back in time and reunite with both. Unforgivable . That’s how she felt about the crime she had committed. She had thought, no, she knew for sure that she had escaped the frying pan. How then did she end up in the fire? She had been careful, did all the things she could to keep herself safe. Still, how she had ended here was a huge mystery. And now it wasn’t just one crime.........they were several. Anguish engulfed her to the point of wishing death. The pain assailed her, tearing her apart, keeping her awake for hours on end. The result was a nasty, bitchy, loud and testy human being in the li...