But I am unable to do it.So I messaged her. Her name is Catherine who sends her pics to me. I never saw Manali. Manali told me she loves my character ...nd she is in love with me. Catharine also loves you as a brother. First I feel odd because I am in love with the face of Catharine. But most of the time I chat with Manali.I wasn’t able to decide who I love. Finally, I agreed to be a love for Manali and brother to Catharine. I love them a lot both of them. Daily we three used to chat whenever we. The only other person was Liz, my bitter unfaithful ex-fiancé. The woman had torn me apart with her affair and the following bitterness. I can’t say I was on the next plane, but it was pretty damn close.For the first few months in America, I’d hung around Chicago where my agent had her office. She’d found me an apartment to rent while I was selling my home back in the small village in the south of England. I was surprised to discover that the house I’d grown up in sold for a whopping million. ”“Cal, it’s easy,” I said, “just be yourself. Look, you have these two burning ambitions right?”“Yes, you know I do.”“And, if you don’t achieve either of them, or even if you only achieve one of them, how many people will die as a result?”“None,” she said, crestfallen.“So,” I continued, “it’s not a life ending tragedy if you don’t become a great opera star?”“I suppose not, no,” she agreed.“Then what if you do all the training, and spend a long career in the chorus of one of the world’s great. " "I don't think you're old, Miss," I replied. She just smiled awkwardly back and I turned slightly red. As I put the last bit of make-up back in her bag for her, she thanked me again and turned to leave. Suddenly something caught my eye. A small black plastic ring was poking out from beneath her desk. I started to pull it out. "Miss, wait. I think you forgot something!" She spun around just in time to see my face drop as I realised what I had in my hand. The plastic ring I had seen was.