“I’m sorry…..I LOVE YOU”, I went on one knee. I have no idea why i did that. Amyra stared for a minute and walked passed me and left. Later that night “do you really mean it?”, a message popped in my phone. I replied Yes. That was the last message on that day. But what i didn’t realize was that was the last message from her. This profile was currently unavailable, the facebook page said.
Why didn’t she love me…She was beautiful, smart, funny and equally crazy….i’m….well i’m me….
P.S: THIS STORY IS KNOWN TO EVERYONE DIFFERENTLY….BUT I LIKED TO KEEP HIS REALITY AND HER FICTION THIS WAY….