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		<title>It was not her he loved (Part 2)</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Read &#8211; Part One She laughed Slightly. Thoughts of him always made her smile. Well, he was one of a kind. And she loved every bit of him. For days, since she last saw him, she had been continuously thinking, about all the times they spent together, the times he spoke to her,how he used [...]]]></description>
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<p>Read &#8211; <a href="http://www.erbenizer.com/it-was-not-her-he-loved/">Part One</a></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial narrow;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">She laughed Slightly. Thoughts of him always made her smile. Well, he was one of a kind. And she loved every bit of him. For days, since she last saw him, she had been continuously thinking, about all the times they spent together, the times he spoke to her,how he used to whisper in her ear when he wanted to state a cute point or how he used to kiss her hair or her cheek which gave her a sense of belonging and eternal love. She missed everything, deeply and dearly. She cried herself to sleep, every night continuously for 3 months. He hadn&#8217;t called, not once since they ended the relationship. Sometimes she thought </span></strong><em><strong><span style="font-size: small;">What kind of a bastard is he? How can he be so heartless?</span></strong></em><strong><span style="font-size: small;"> It was hard. Indeed, very hard to come to terms with it. Oh, she had guys in her life before, but this man was  different and perfect, the only one who showed her what love really meant. She came to know, and was very thankful for it. Because, it changed her life. It changed every thing. It made her into a better person.</span></strong></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial narrow;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well, she was not the best of the best creatures that walked on this </span><a class="zem_slink" title="Earth" rel="wikipedia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth"><span style="font-size: small;">earth</span></a><span style="font-size: small;">. She was a woman of her own will, spontaneous, wild, risky, affectionate  and compassionate. She had some of the best characteristics, and people loved her for it. She walked on this earth with a mission, To fight for freedom and find for genuine love. She accomplished it, but two </span><a class="zem_slink" title="Year" rel="wikipedia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Year"><span style="font-size: small;">years</span></a><span style="font-size: small;"> after, she was left devastated </span><em><span style="font-size: small;">Her current state.</span></em><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial narrow;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Simultaneously, somewhere in the world, he too was thinking and crying, about a woman. It was not her, but the other girl, the girl he had, but couldn&#8217;t get, the one he would and will sacrifice everything. He loved her dearly and deeply. Every thing he did, associated with her, every decision, every move, every thought, everything. This was the woman he could never get. He had all sorts of women, but none like her. With a click of a finger, he could get any woman. Oh, yes, he was a major player, but it was this one woman who entered his world, shook it and left like </span></strong><a class="zem_slink" title="Lightning" rel="wikipedia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lightning"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">lightning</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size: small;">. It was from her that he first felt and learnt about love. He was amazed at the way how one woman could do so much of damage to his </span></strong><a class="zem_slink" title="Heart" rel="wikipedia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heart"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">heart</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size: small;">, but he lived with it, and he was still living with it. He was not the kind to ever give up. He knew he will get her one day, eventually. It just needed time.</span></strong></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial narrow;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><em><span style="font-size: small;">Sigh!</span></em><span style="font-size: small;"> She was still on his mind. Every second of the day. He loved her for a million reasons. The way she acted like a two year old kid, the way she was willing to sacrifice everything for love, the way she cared crazily about his feelings, her been the master of her own will, how she hated leaning on someone, gosh! He adored her. He loved every bit of her. And it was her he wanted and craved.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial narrow;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Back to the old one, 3 months after the endless crying, she finally came to terms with it. She stepped down. It was futile crying over someone who was gone and didn&#8217;t care. But yet, it was not so easy. Something else happened. Something else clicked. And that was the reason that led to letting it go.</span></strong></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial narrow;"><span style="font-size: small;">Personal Details. That is what she wanted. She wanted to know where she lived, the proper address, the </span><a class="zem_slink" title="Telephone number" rel="wikipedia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Telephone_number"><span style="font-size: small;">telephone number</span></a><span style="font-size: small;">, everything. She was on a mission.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial narrow;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mission: To find the woman on this list. Immediately!!</span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: small;">Name: Rayana Parkinson</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial narrow;"><span style="font-size: small;">Address: 123A Penarth Rd, </span><a class="zem_slink" title="Cardiff" rel="geolocation" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=51.4852777778,-3.18666666667&amp;spn=0.1,0.1&amp;q=51.4852777778,-3.18666666667 (Cardiff)&amp;t=h"><span style="font-size: small;">Cardiff</span></a></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: small;">Telephone Number: 01287-1234-7865</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial narrow;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">She got into a pair of ragged jeans, a black, </span></strong><a class="zem_slink" title="Sleeveless shirt" rel="wikipedia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleeveless_shirt"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">tank top</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size: small;">, put on her black ballerinas, grabbed her jacket and her keys and got out of the house as soon as she could. She was on a major mission. She started her black, sassy looking </span></strong><a class="zem_slink" title="BMW 6 Series" rel="wikipedia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BMW_6_Series"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">BMW 6 series</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size: small;"> Convertible and went in search of this lady, Rayana. She was racer and loved vehicles. And, she knew the </span></strong><a class="zem_slink" title="Road" rel="wikipedia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Road"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">roads</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size: small;">, so she knew exactly where she was to go. And she was in quite a blissful mood.</span></strong></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial narrow;"><span style="font-size: small;">Soon, she passed many roads, many lanes, many trees, many shops and many people.</span><strong><em><span style="font-size: small;">Summer Lane</span></em></strong><span style="font-size: small;"> She found it. </span><strong><em><span style="font-size: small;">Number 123A hmm&#8230;110 115 120 121 122 123A..This is it. </span></em></strong><span style="font-size: small;"> It was a modern house, painted in white as always, with a beautiful garden. It had a funny structure, and that is what caught the eye. She got off from her vehicle and walked to the gate. It was a fine fancy gate. </span><strong><em><span style="font-size: small;">Looks like she ain&#8217;t a nobody like me</span></em></strong><span style="font-size: small;"> She knocked on the gate. Once. Twice. A servant came. She asked her who she wanted to meet. She said very politely that she wanted to meet Miss Rayana. She asked her regarding what matter and who she was. She said that she wanted to talk on a personal issue regarding </span><a class="zem_slink" title="Aaron" rel="wikipedia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aaron"><span style="font-size: small;">Aaron</span></a><span style="font-size: small;">. The servant asked her to come inside and have a seat.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial narrow;"><span style="font-size: small;">Minutes passed by, Rayana came. She was watched in curiosity and wondered what Aaron had liked about her. Then she saw what he saw in her. She had sharp features. She was pretty in her own way, but couldn&#8217;t be told so until a second look was given. She felt a sense of strength in her, a wild natured spirit. Instantly, she began to like her. </span><strong><em><span style="font-size: small;">&#8220;Who are you? And what is it you want to talk to me about? </span></em></strong><span style="font-size: small;"> asked Rayana curiously. </span><strong><em><span style="font-size: small;">&#8220;Well, Rayana, I&#8217;m Vivienne. I want to talk about Aaron.&#8221;</span></em></strong><span style="font-size: small;"> She paused and looked well at her. She saw her slightly twitched. As soon as she heard, she looked at Vivienne with curiosity. </span><strong><em><span style="font-size: small;">&#8220;I was Aaron last girlfriend and he does not love me. He loves you. He wants you. There is no other woman who is good enough for him, except you and only you.&#8221; </span></em></strong><span style="font-size: small;"> She looked at her again. Rayana slowly looked at her. She was shocked, for what she heard was something that was long and old, and to her knowledge, forgotten. She nodded at her to sit with her and asked her to continue. So there, Vivienne went ahead, enlightened her with her past. How she came to know Aaron, their relationship, how she found out he loved Rayana, not her and how it finally ended. Rest in peace. Rayana eagerly listened. She saw the hidden pain in Vivienne, every time she recalled memories and spoke of his name. But more that anything she was astonished. She did not know what to say. This was the same man whom she loved too, but she could not continue what she had with him. This was the man who bought her life, who sacrificed hell a lot for her, but it was insecurity that got to her. And that was why she ended her affair after a month being with him. It was painful, but it was always insecurity and always will be. She stood up. She moved slowly from one end of the room to another end shocked. </span><strong><em><span style="font-size: small;">What am I to do?</span></em></strong><span style="font-size: small;"> She was also pleased to know that he still loved her, and that no woman could take her place. But it was plain shock.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial narrow;"><span style="font-size: small;">On the other side of the room, Vivienne told, cried, begged, tried to convince her. She did every thing she could do in her power. But all Rayana kept saying was she needed some time. Vivienne ached with love. She did not know she was able to do this, but she did. She just walked out. Slowly. She got into her car and drove away to the beach, the place where it all began and ended. It was the place that signified love and hurt. But hurt was more. And it was all because </span><strong><span style="font-size: small;">it was not her he loved&#8230;</span></strong></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: small;">(Continued&#8230;)</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial narrow;"><span style="font-size: small;">written by Rashika Fazali</span><br />
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