we meet once again

This story comes from the view of Aza and Davis. This chapter is from the perspective of azas, the next chapter is from the perspective of Davis.

Aza last saw Davis five years ago. The day before he leaves Colorado. Since then, Aza has been thinking about Davis every day. Instead of an eerie method, in a sweet way. After all, he is her first love. She was embarrassed to want to see him again and again. There are countless numbers. But last week she received a message, what she knew must be his message

This memo is on her university textbook and she finally went to the IU and now it turned out to be a daisy as a roommate. She did not know how to get there, but this was also Davis.

She wants to know what is going on with Davis right now. Five years have passed. She remembered that day when she saw a painting on the wall on 24th April. Years ago, Davis was constantly tightening paintings. Goodbye, she guessed it. "Nobody will say good-bye unless they want to see you again." After a week's slow motion, I finally arrived on Friday. This day finally appeared. "

It may be a day, and we will meet again in a few years. The situation will change. You will get closer and closer than I expected. You will comfort the smothered, lost soul again. This quiet madness will not kill me any more. There are no snoring pain in the ears. My veins brought your name to my heart, I calmed down once and the surrounding walls will witness my love again. And this is the hope that makes the best of me.

I hope we can meet again in the UK, New Zealand, the Netherlands or any place where the world will take us. She seems to be the most foolish thing she has never heard before to see paper experts going to Delhi who answered "Noooooo" as a nanotechnology expert. , My love for Excel

My seven meetings were very smooth. I have plans for a meeting. It passed. Our conversation is deeply meaningful and more valuable to me than writing obsession with my plan. I interrupted it again, but it is worth it. I came to draw out the truth from the principle of interruption. It is almost always worthwhile. After I finished writing this article, my biggest breakstone will come. I will shut down the laptop, leave Starbucks and go home. I have a telephone. It is necessary at 2 o'clock but I decided to spend time with my family, not work before that. I am planning this interruption carefully. My schedule, my work, and my kingdom occupy places they should not have

I am making a marriage that I arranged. In February last year when our husband was seeing other people, we met "I saw at least this girl" under the pressure of my parents. The meeting on my side is going well and I am interested in meeting him again. However, in the past few months, he parted from his girlfriend, and "something" wanted to see my interest. It makes me exhausted, as my husband's love, compassion, sincerity, loyalty, and feeling are on me. I do not understand why Indian men think, you have the right to tamper with her mental state as you pay for women shopping, entertainment, groceries. He often misunderstood my housekeeping and responsibility, and even enough to consider my home as an office, and enough to dismiss it even if the staff made a mistake. On the other hand, I think that mistakes are for people and that life is a summary of trial and error.