*(Quick disclaimer: This is based on my true life story, but I’ve changed a few details for obvious reasons. Also, English isn’t my first language, but I tried to be as narrative as possible. This is my first time writing anything in a narrative form, so I hope you can give me some feedback not only on my writing style, but in general too. I’d appreciate it. Enjoy!)*
Arrange marriages suck, and that’s the bottom line. You may need to have conservative sentiments to accept it, or leniency to tolerate it, but in the end, it just sucks. There’s no organic chemistry, maybe first laying eyes on one another across the desks at school. A shy smile, a smile back, a glimmer in her eyes, a wink from his. A mutual attraction in a sea of other lesser options. That’s the real test of love: being able to single out the one you know you can talk to and be with, and potentially build a life together.