Joseph writes

5, I met you. Understood that I was born to marry you. You were silent, you were shy. But I managed to make you my friend. At age 13, I fell in love with you. I loved your cheeky smile. I loved the way I am the only person you rely on. At age 17, I became yours and promised myself to you. I pledged to wait for you no matter how long. You were sweet, caring, and treated me like I'm the only woman in your world. At age 18, you left. Moving to another country to meet the future that you are born. I waited but you hardly called. At age 25, you came back for me, but you're not the man I knew. From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. It was okay. Everything was great. I loved him as we played on the playgrounds, as we watched him grow up- and he loved me. Suddenly, he left with his father to go to Italy leaving me behind for seven years, he came back but he wasn't the same. From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. I was happy to be his. But he was no longer the man to who I was betrothed to.