She had lost all expectation in him. She had moved heaven and earth to forget him. She occupied most of her afternoons writing in her instagram and blog. She hadn't written anything since 2011 and suddenly she had millions of things to write about.
It was right when she spoke she could only compose when she was temperamental. She wrote her heart out - every tiny sentiment, passion and emotions, her agonies and her unbearable pains. She exerted herself to block him out of her senses. She found no reasons and excuse to keep in touch with him any longer at this time. After that one desperate call, she one more time, stubbornly tried her karma and checked on him on one ocassion, but as predicted, he would not retaliate or make an easy, smooth sailing respond.
From then on, she began to drill herself hard to turn a blind eye to his existence. All she wanted was to erase and delete him entirely from her life history. Oh, too bad, no matter how hard she made an effort, his shadowy ghost, kept haunting her, poignant and evocative. She gave her best shot to divert herself by going for breakneck drives and forcing herself stayed up in front of the idiot box till late hours. She did her damnedest act, by making friends with the others abundantly found on the social websites in the intentions of drawing him away from her mind completely. But it went on a blink, unsuccessful. They were no match for him. Her stubborn heart never wanted to surrender and that it still longed for him. It really was killing her softly. She didn't know what to do with herself. She was obsessed and bewitched by this particular young man.
Even so, she had befriended this one gentleman, also his countryman, from the capital town of his valley. A nice chap who managed a travel agent business. When she joked that she was making plans to visit his cold country in autumn the following year with a bunch of her friends, he emailed her the full details of the trip itinerary and that he would arranged himself as the tour guide with a special rate discount. He made it clear that the cost would be less expensive if she came in bigger groups. He was very cooperative and could bear with her every silly questions she asked.
She told him that she had someone she knew from one of the districts there and she asked for his favour if he could take her to that place to look for her lover if her September trip became a reality. He assured her confidently that it was not a big problem. He would assist her to get to the address. She laughed herself out when the travel agent took her idea humorlessly and that her skillful act was a success. She was actually misleading him and that she would not really go looking for him even if she was there for real. She was still under control although she appeared to be so desperate. It was an insanity to do such an act. She was merely fantasizing.
Then, to her surprise, one fine day, she received a text from him confirming that he was then in the capital city at his relative's. She was thankful that he had finally back to the comfort zone and that she would not to be worried about his safety anymore. She could sense the difference in his attitude. He was more frank, communicative and approachable. He was more sharing and that she was made aware of his whereabouts and well-being. They both became quite attached from day to day. She was overwhelmed with the change in him. As days went by, she began to think about fleeing to meet up and came face to face with him for once in her lifetime.