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Destiny

 To an essence it is said, “someone with anxiety falls in love with someone extremely adventurous.” 


The hormonal changes I witnessed in my teenage felt special. It all started when I turned 19. 


Pretty much nerd, girl with glasses and a bibliophile. That’s me, Annie. 

Introvert but highly anxious nature I had. 


Ryan being a guy with many perks, everyone admired him. Muscular, attractive, hot and tough. 


It took me months to initiate a chat, worried of my looks yet I did. 


A guy with golden heart I felt when he smiled and replied. Months passed, things shuffled and our friendship got stronger. 


A year later we were ready, ready to be together. 


Time flies, in a blink the relationship we shared was then something I fantasized when I was 12. A guy to call mine, Ryan it was. 


For me Ryan was the only one, young blood with high hopes. 


Relationship seems beautiful, it felt like my time, 2 years and we were living together. 


Last year of college and I was all ready to explore the world with my only love. I had my dreams, dreams that I wanted to achieve with him.


I remember the moments we shared, cute little gestures to the mild moans. 


I was in the seventh sky, flying high in the clouds. 


Life is unpredictable, from a college girl to a lady who was expecting a baby. I was all set to start a family, happy and excited Annie had her time, time that brought a stop. 


Ryan had plans, dreams to accomplish, being a father was not what he wanted. 


Disappointed, saddened by his reaction I chose to have a baby. 


I was in tears when I saw him leaving, the love we shared, the moments we had was then gone. 


He had his dreams waiting for him, I tried, I tried with all my heart but the only steps I heard was him stepping out, stepping out of my life. 


I waited for years expecting Brian’s father to return, the hopes were high. 


It is about time, the faith I have in Ryan is way more than the years I could survive. 


I am sure Ryan will return to you my son, I can imagine him knocking the door  and  hugging you tight, showering all the love I couldn’t give.


Saail Pokhrel

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