I felt Victor as my heavenly abode. He felt like home. He made me realize that no bricks, no cement, no stone makes an apartment home. It's always the person, their heart, their soul which is our home. And in his warm embrace, I found my home. My safe haven. In his soft lips, I found myself melting.
For the world, Victor Harris was a cold-hearted person. But for me, he was the most gentle and most loving person. I did my biggest mistake by doubting him, doubting his love for me but his reaction to my insecurities only increased my love and respect for him. The way he accepted our relationship in front of everyone, the way he held me only made my heart to soar. How can a person be so perfect? And how did I find such a person?
I looked at myself in the mirror. I had changed out of my dam
