“She wrote a diary but words belonged to him, she walked a journey but the destination led to him, she was in crowded but her solitude belonged to him, she kept some words buried in her heart but her secrets belonged to him, she was purest form of beauty but all her mesmerized enchantment belonged to him, she felt a void in her when he was not in sight but her incompleteness belonged to him, she was in a party but her celebrations belonged to him, she was confused with her thoughts but her dilemma belonged to him, she was brave but all her might belonged to him, she didn’t believe much in plans drafted in heaven but her destiny belonged to him, she was ardent for her fancies but all her excitement belonged to him, she did sleep deep but all her dreams belonged to him, in this purview of identity he belonged to her.”
