It was small intro of her ,hubby n kid…I kept silent.again she signalld me for the reply..i replyd same way.this happnd for few days.V came closer t...ru letters n talkng thru actions… From casual letters it startd more deep n topic changd to love,romance…She was silent this time n ther was no xchnge of letters..i said sorry for dat.Next day i gotta reply with a bigg 3page letter.I read it n felt sad 4her..It told dat she got married soon n due to job her husbnd used 2 b out more often(transport. I had to look up at him since he was easily a foot taller than me. Being short can be such a bitch sometimes. He looked like he could probably throw me at least a couple feet too. Overall, he looked like a good southern boy. A good southern boy who was pissed. Well, maybe this wasnt going to go as well as Id hoped. He looked down at me. I waited. You got anything to say for yourself you filthy little cocksucker? With each word drops of spit sprayed from his mouth. He looked, and spoke,. Mene kaha kabse liya he bt koi fark nahi. Mene kaha kya tum meri kamar par bam laga doge? Vo sochne laga or kaha ok tum bam le ao. Me bam lekar aai or sofe par ulta let gai mene bra or panty nai pehni thi ye bat shayad usko pata nai thi usne kaha pooja chalo me bam lagata hu Mene kaha thik he usne kaha nighty upar karni hogi mene kaha kardo no problam usne jese hi meri nighty upar ki meri gand dikhne lagi vo khara ho gaya or kehne laga pooja tumne kuch pehna hi nahi mene kaha imran plz kuch mat. It's a moment of confusion and I'm so unsure of myself, falling into a chasm it seems. All these things have conspired to lull me into ... What? Something. Is this love? This moment I can barely articulate? It consumes me as I stand there transformed.He doesn't say anything; he doesn't have to. The moment is enough and I open my eyes to see him staring into mine through the mirror. I turn around and drop gracefully to my knees; it's a perfect movement I've made a hundred times before without.