Call me weak jealous sensitive but I can't help it. I always thought you would be my escape! Save me from here save me from me in a way. But this has been dragging to long don't you think. I'm suppose to be a mother now. I'm suppose to be really truly love by my significant other. I'm 25, 26 in a months time. I have a career ladder to climb, a degree to achieve, driving license to accomplish yet no love to fight for nor courage to endure criticism. All I have is my disease and my tube, my heart, my procrastinating brain with abscess, lungs with avms and luckily some faith in my belief of Guruji. You see, I'm a Sikh after all ...I'm a woman too in need of love more than sex. Wanting to be married to you. But I guess it's not all the time that your first becomes your last. Sadly I've really loved you SA. Guess I'm not the one.... I hope we find ours. I wished I was yours.
Phk
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