I know there are other things to talk about, to write about, to feel about, to live about, to think about and to speak about! But honestly, nothing interests me if it isn’t about him and his endearment to sense about.
“You never wanted me like you show sometimes you want me” She said “You don’t want me like you used to.” he said and left. (Because you never got the reason)
She was blooming inside her mother’s womb with the advent of getting into a new world… But little did she know that her happiness was short-lived..she was ruthlessly mudered in the womb!