I adore her beauty ever and ever again

I am taking my lumps. I have to under moral ground. My step might be loose and sinuous. Throw off my shame. She is hawkish and history of violent history. My decision might not be suburb, however it was on time. If I see somebody in the dark alley, what should I think and where goes my ness? I will make every second unpredictable, but how? Evading fate and future? No changing present and past together. One day, I was having a read through of some pages of my novel which is not yet accomplished; I fell in love with my new character of my novel, very girl whom I meet in my lonely hours and dreams. Anything and everything would be welcome to kill rest years of the life time with her, I ponder. I remain in touch base with her after her characterization is finished for the time. I have seen rare women in life who has such beauty, youth, and talent, but I have found on her exceptional quality that set her apart: romance of beauty and proper use of talent to make me happy! I don’t know whether I am smooth with woman either. However, I can sense of women ness in a spilt second. The difficulty of my own understanding is unpredictable from the outside. Interestingly of all is her shyness when I face her waling sulkily in front of her mirror. Then, I want to give her a leading role of my own imagination. Period. Messy hair, gutsiness, and infatuations are always away from her, I further elaborate adding one more brick in the process of making her my dream girl. Oops!!! The girl in no case should shatter my image, yet she can invigorate my handsomeness and charm before it gets to gnarled and octogenarian without action. I don’t like proliferation of her cinematic image in media. Keeping her clandestine, I adore her beauty ever and ever again.