After a few months,
Eight months and seventeen days have passed since I last saw, touched, and felt Grace’s presence. Each day, the ache of missing her has deepened, and not a single moment has gone by without longing for her.
I remain oblivious to her whereabouts and well-being because when my father informed Grace’s father about our contract marriage; he cast her out of his house.
She even stopped posting her blogs. Every day, I offer silent prayers, hoping she’s safe and that our paths will cross again.
If fate allows our paths to cross once more, I’m determined not to let her slip away and to make things work between us.
Yeah. This time, I’m willing to take a few extra steps because being apart from her for eight months made me realise where I went wrong. In a relationship, it’s n
