We shared the perfect love together and I’d never thought that our ending wouldn’t be marriage. Although, the love string that gathered us was strong enough to last forever was cut and we broke up. Don’t know if the reason was destiny or it’s real life that woke us up from the dreamland that we lived in. My grandmother has always told me that you don’t have to marry someone you love, it’s more important for him to love and respect you. In addition to this, she’s always assured that love comes after marriage.

I didn’t believe what did she say to me at first; I thought that we belong to different generations, but now that I’m married to another person I realized that it’s true.

Maybe I don’t love him that much, as much as I loved him, but I know that I’m his everything and that he sees life through my eyes. And for me, he’s my life, too. I can’t stand seeing him tired or annoyed because of something, eventually, he’s my beloved husband. However, with all the love and sincerity he gives to me at every moment, I couldn’t take him out of my memory, out of my mind and.... out of my heart. Maybe the love that my grandma told me about hasn’t come yet.....