It was dark and there was not even a bus stand to rest. Her toes were bleeding and her throat was dried out. She walked for miles, thirsty and hungry. The rainwater splashed on her each time the drives pass by her. Cold and helpless. She is going to collapse. Will she be able to return home safely?

Her shimmers were above telling her to leave. She knows it can be as easy like they say, but her life has become a poet, read stanzas by stanzas with the same ending rhyme. Her heart was thrown deep into the sea. No voice can be heard or no scream to let them hear. Heart pondered, was bitter and broken into pieces but she kept going. Will she ever get out of her misery?

Have you ever thought of what it is like to have true love, especially when it is destined to be with you? No matter how long, how far, and no matter what. To me, it becomes a funny memory yet a wonderful one. I will be the half-knitted one among all the people in this story. Even you readers would be so mad at me. But one thing I can be so sure of is my love and the romance I had throughout the whole journey of my marriage life. It means a lot to me. It has encouraged me to write this and read it over and over again. Remember, when it is meant to be yours, it will always be. Let me begin you my story of how I fell in love with my husband under a hut This story is full of romance and plot twists.