Hi, thank you for reading my stories. There are two types of communicators in the world: up-front, bottom-line crew, and the people who like to tell you a good story, and provides you with the evidence before arriving at their thesis. It’s what we called as the deductive and inductive communicators, respectively. I am an inductive communicators, I’ve come to realize this, and this story started in a deductive ways. 

But for all of you deductive communicators out there, I have done my part in providing you with a little chaos on my story, now it’s time to go back to the inductive ways. 

I think, I had properly introduced myself, which I was deeply in love with a mad man. But, you never know when and how we met right? And you might question us how we met?. I am Daniella, the general little princess. 

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Now here I was, still a little sunburned on a military base on the East Cost. People called me a “General little princess”, of course, which girls who wants to stay at the military base? People also know that my father was the one who give and order to create the chaos – a war, to which in my mind, it was chaos. 

But, daddy was not your usual hard-nosed, autocrat general. Earlier in his career, he had been an English tutor and his student remember his special fondness for Shakespeare. - But, the only thing I knew about Shakespeare were : His name and His "Tomorrow" Poem. I was zero knowledge on him. Hence, it was was not really appropriate to mention that I got my talents from him.  I'd always assumed military leaders were unfailingly supportive of our nation's foreign engagements and conflicts, like many of us. But, daddy was just another level. He was rather beloved by the troops!. 

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Staying with my dad and rats were a common sight in those days.. no one paid attention to one particular rat that scampered down the gangplank and onto the wharf. And we move to the other place and I SAW YOU!  a tall guy, not that skinny, not that muscular, was showing his skills of treating those in need.. and the kids!.. but my heart was not move by it, so he's not really interesting!.

It was a beautiful night, when daddy had announced our country victory! All of the troops from each units were raising their glasses, praying for the good wishes and happily voicing out their planning when they got home. Meeting their lovely wives, children and families. 

The troops were singing happily. They sang all the countryside genre and I SAW YOU joining them, because you were the only one from different background, so the units forced you to sing for our victory. I was there, sat next to my daddy. Staring at you, and you sang: 

"Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay? 
Would it be a sin 
If I can't help falling in love with you?"

That was the song from the great Elvis Presley. 
My heart racing, I can't stop smiling, because you were looking at me while singing the song. Eyes to eyes meet. 
Am I in love? 

Only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you