PROLOGUE
It is 3:00 a.m. I am wide awake, staring at my computer screen with my palms resting on the keyboard. Earlier that evening, I had finally made a resolution and decided to act on the it the very next day. But after tossing and turning in my lonely bad for a couple of hours, I chose to start writing this book right away.
Now I am sitting at my desk next to my bad, and I am trying hard to think of the point where it all begin. When I was not thinking of writing the book, this story was all that I could think of, all that I could imagine and dream about. And now it is all gone as if thode memories never existed, as if all of it had never happened. With a blank mind, I hear the only noise in the room: the sound of steelness.
My first task is to try and put my finger on the starting point of our story. after spending more than a few hours and struggling to determine the beginning- the time when it all started- it struck me. There Never goes a starting point after all !
Slowly, I begin to type, and gradually my speed pick up. I have only one purpose; that is,to be able to do justice to our love story which, like most love stories, is a woven beautifully with a delicate threads of love, desire, intimacy, fear, possessiveness, assurance,
So I begin....