the narrator seems dead & drowned... she loved a person who didn't love her back that much & wasn't much bothered when she went away; although she herself seems ashamed of some secret... nevertheless, she still loves him & watches him from the otherside, wishing sometimes him to remember... she understands that he was never the one & she herself is responsible for her helpless situation but somewhere deep inside refuses to accept it in her own fragile feminine way....
the narrator seems dead & drowned... she loved a person who didn't love her back that much & wasn't much bothered when she went away; although she herself seems ashamed of some secret... nevertheless, she still loves him & watches him from the otherside, wishing sometimes him to remember... she understands that he was never the one & she herself is responsible for her helpless situation but somewhere deep inside refuses to accept it in her own fragile feminine way....