I was swinging in the garden. I wonder when is Desmond's birthday? I sighed and began to hum. It's been six months since our marriage. It's almost June. The Summer season will start soon and Desmond didn't even allow me to wear summer clothes. I think he is closing all my ways to reach his heart on purpose. Why is he pushing me away? It's ridiculous, he just doesn't like me. I am not his type either. He doesn't love me. There's nothing more to this. Then why do he says he can't love me. He is pushing me into the abyss by these unclear talks of him.

I sighed...