CezLeo

The months that followed after Michael proposed that I visit India were tumultuous ones. One moment I was happy, looking forward to the prospect of going to a country that hopefully resembled home and the next it felt as if the rug was pulled out from under me. It began with small things and it all began a few weeks after we returned from Hayvenhurst. I had been out all day and when I returned home I found the house rather quiet. I did not hear the sound of music being played, nor did I see Michael in the den or the kitchen or even the studio. I peeked into his room and he wasn't there either. "I wonder where everyone is. Michael told me h

BeLIEver I am a beLIEver, But I don't believe that tomorrow will come for sure, I don't believe that the wind has to blow, Or that the sun has to rise; I don't believe you have to love me, I don't believe I have to love you back; I am a beLIEver, But I believe in fairies and in fairytales; I believe in miracles, I believe in fate; I believe in candies and in bunny tails; I believe in children; I believe that never is too late; I am a beLIEver, But I don't believe in math, I don't believe in science; I do believe in God! I believe in wings, I believe in dreams; I believe in all what people call the wrong things; I believe