Inclined Chronicles of Indulgence

Like any causal night, I was checking the last updates on Facebook. I came across a post by The Scribbled Stories which goes as thus: https://www.facebook.com/TheScribbledStories/photos/a.1157506880929759.1073741828.1156243537722760/1402109826469462/?type=3&theater That changed the rest of the night and a bigger part of life. This is for you, my love. "Please don't let this happen to me. I am aware that I am the worst woman. That's why I need the best man. May not be to fix me, but be there to stop me from becoming worst to beast. Somewhere, in a corner of my mind, you ignite a spark that illuminates my heart. I need that warmth against the chills of life. You will always have many other who would want to be with you. They will do anything to be with you. Alas! I cannot pretend nor I can endure much. But I can always promise you my honesty and commitment. More importantly, I miss you. I miss you more than your love. Your love for me is a blessing indeed.

P.C.  https://w-dog.net/ Some people are just...they have it all.  I am just someone. I did not start with a high note. Though being the first child and only daughter, I never had any such advantage with my family. Probably being the elder child sucks. The performance pressure is high, as I would be the first one to step down into the manhole of the society. I became the yardstick to denote how successful the parenting has been till far. They were busy bringing me up to the best of me. I don't know when the childhood faded away, even from my memories.  I remember the torture school was. It was a barrel of competitions. I bagged few prizes but they were never enough. Adolescence was as usual rebellious and gave way to a disturbed start to a young me. I did my best to absolutely screw it up with many fallacies.  I never took an interest to be a winner or any role model to anyone. That was just a phase I had least control on. Neither I had any intention of improvis