She took my address and promised me to write a letter .After a week I got a 16 pages letter from her in which she had written all about her. She also ...mentioned that she was scolded by her parents and her elder sister for paying more attention towards me during marriage.Time kept on passing we were talking on phone for hours daily and I was getting her letter every week. It was Dec 26th when I got a call from her that one proposal has come for her and her parents have fixed her marriage on 7th. I decided to press the issue further.“What’s wrong Ash? You’re not yourself.” I asked her quietly.“I have made a mess out of things. I just don’t know how everything got so screwed up.” she said, never looking up.“What have you messed up Ashley? Everything is fine, don’t worry.” I told her.“I have hurt you, Brian. That’s something I never, ever meant to happen.” she responded.“Ash, really, it’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have these feelings for you, I know it’s not right. It’s my fault, I’m so. A traditional punch that the river had provided (well, itprovided the icy water, as well as the recipe for flavoring with otherlocal ingredients) was served, and most loved it. Promises to spreadthe recipe had to be made to many.River had many of her friends from school there, and they all marveledat the house. The living room was impressive. It had a cathedralceiling with massive pine timbers holding up the sharply pitched roof.One entire wall was a beautiful fireplace, comprised of the. I went to my own funeral. My mother tried to justify my death by telling herself and the other mourners that I had had no business drinking at my age. I was only 18, too young to go to frat parties, too young to be dead.I sat in the back row crying over myself, but I couldn't justify my death the way my mother had. I noticed a really cute guy get up and walk out to go to the bathroom. I thought for half a second about following him and mentally kicked myself. But then I remembered that I was.