Dear Carlos,   I don’t know if you ever get the chance to read this small piece of myself or not. But how can I deny your way of teaching me to look forward with hope. I am not as strong as you are. I never was. I was always a girl living in her fantasy world with a dream of a perfect happy life. Maybe that is the reason I was hurt and broken beyond anything. I was born and grew up with a happy supportive family who never allowed a scratch on my skin. They protected me as a glass vase. I think that was the major mistake from their side. No matter how beautiful a glass vase is, once it’s broken the scar remains. Even keeping a glass vase is more painful Because you would always live with a fear of getting it broken by chance. My love for someone was always a curse. Be it Benjamin or be it you. Yes, you Mr. Carlos Joseph Marcello. I loved Benjamin more than anything that I agreed upon marrying David in order to save him. But Benjamin was kill