It was difficult to believe that the woman under me was the Myra I met at the skybridge - the same woman who had screamed the plane down when she caught me cuddling her in one of the bedrooms of the airplane. And she was the same woman who kept saying again and again that my love for her would change with time.
Whatever she said, half of the time it never made sense.
How could I fall out of love with a woman so beautiful, a woman who's no less than a goddess for me? I painted her, I thought of her all day, I dreamt about her and her mere absence was enough to make me feel uneasy.
In such a short amount if time, she became my world, and it scared me shitless. I had no idea about my previous life except for my parents, and they never hinted me being committed to a woman before. It made
