aman stood in front of the mirror of his small bathroom lost in the reflection of his memories *fb* the day we met was like a dream to me for an orphan like me who since the day of birth only knew the harsh ways of fate ,my parents died and I was left alone to grow in the orphanage where we was treated like a scum so I escaped and worked every day till I felt like dying to build a life for myself cause I refused to believe what I always used to hear in that horrible place that we will never be somebody so I worked and worked until I became what I am now one of the most famous and successful photographer . I was invited to an art show where various artists was to met but it was fate that brought us to each other ,he was standing there just like a beautiful fairy from those old fairy tales that I used to never believe and just like magic it felt like our strings was pulled towards each other and I found my self standing in front of him turning his face to me sensing a presence he showed me the most breath taking smile and I felt it my breath hitched and couldn't but believe more that it was only my imagination playing tricks on me showing me what I spend every day dreaming and felt I can found with him ,cliche huh but that what is my life about soon after I found my self sitting on a chair with him drawing me claiming that such a handsome face shouldn't be wasted with out being imprinted ,but I wasn't really in it to comprehend any thing me the man used to be well known of being collected I was captivated