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I still think of Jimmy and he is still stuck deeply in my heart... I still miss him a lot and how i wish he was still mine.
30 April 2008, i get to know a guy at "RAVE" name Victor. He is 31 years old with 2 kids , the elder son,Elson is 4 years old and the younger son,Aston is 1 year old. He had file a divorce with his wife and had signed separation agreement.
He claimed that he fall in love with me at first sight and he really wants to be with me. I am very
When i was 21, I decided to look for a night life job just to have some experience. My friend, Henry introduce my sister Ting and me to work with him at Boat Quay, a pub named "Pink Dolphin". That was the place i get to know him, Jimmy.
When he first came to Pink Dolphin, he told my colleague that he got a little crush for me and that he would like to get my number. That day i was rather drunk and i did not really remembered how he looks like but eventually i still gave my
I met a lovely man that advertised for a long term relationship. I did not reply to his but vica versa. I answered his email on the 25th May 01 and after swapping stories we swapped mobile numbers and we spent one weekend sending love messages to each other, then on Monday last week he phoned me and we spoke for the first time. He told me he loved me, I was what he was looking for etc. Things became very intense, he even planted red roses in his garden, neither of us could sleep, we were
It was a day like any other day was checking my email, I had only just purchased my laptop several weeks earlier, I was rather computer illiterate. I never liked the chat rooms, I thought they were just pick up joints. A friend sent me ICQ and it all started from there.
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One year ago, I broke up with the girl I thought I would spend the rest of my life with. We were together two years, and when we broke up, I was devastated. I didn't want to even look at another girl. Then about two months ago I met a girl named Lisa. She is the sweetest, most amazing girl I have ever met.
I cant force love to come..I cant either try to let love stay in my heart... Even love songs and love stories have endings..but what if .. they havent beginnings..Even love is blind and selfish..though sometimes not,...
But There is big difference what I feel every time I'm fallin and everytime it gives a farewell..
Love cannot insist..to someone..it doesnt exist when you blame yourself too and cant cry hard enough just to balance what you really feel about it..
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The storm has subsided.
Last night I dreamt sweet dreams of love, his warm, strong arms, his sweet promises in my ear.
"You are so precious to me."
"I will protect your heart."
"I am home with you."
"I will kiss your wrinkles when you are 80."
"I will love you always."
"You are my soul mate."
"I will never hurt you, baby."
"I love you...I love you...I love you..."
I woke up, still glowing from the warmth of his touch. My dream so real, I could feel his breath still on my neck, his words and caresses
Today I struggle with love.
My heart is burning with sheer rage. You are winning this battle today, but not the war. I am sick and once agan, need to vomit you from my mind. You worthless piece of shit.
I wish I had never met you.
Not a year and a half ago. Not eighteen years ago.
What did I ever do to you? What!? I did not deserve this, and you certainly did not deserve me. You shred me to pieces, chewed me up, and spit me out. You deserve the whore that exists only in your mind. The gaping
After church Sunday, I drove to the son's house. I am not sure what I was expecting, except that Sunday, I felt restless.
I confirmed through a public data source that he was in his mid 70's, and possibly living with one of his three daughters. My thoughts raced during my drive to his house. What would I tell him? That I hung out at his parent's grave during lunch? That I was fixated on these two dead people? That I was looking for answers? What made me think that his story would enlighten me?
After church Sunday, I drove to the son's house. I am not sure what I was expecting, except that Sunday, I felt restless.
I confirmed through a public data source that he was in his mid 70's, and possibly living with one of his three daughters. My thoughts raced during my drive to his house. What would I tell him? That I hung out at his parent's grave during lunch? That I was fixated on these two dead people? That I was looking for answers? What made me think that his story would enlighten me?
Today I visited Alma's & Demos' garden for lunch. Here lately, I prefer being left alone, declining lunch invitations from co-workers. My mother thinks I'm clinically depressed. I'm not, just sad. There is a difference. My therapist says I'm vulnerable, and that I have been severely traumatized emotionally and spiritually.
I have to agree with my shrink.
He has professionally advised me to have no romantic relationships for twelve months. I've been assigned a mission to discover myself, set
He grew on me.
I don't have many distinct memories of our first encounters. He was just another customer, though I rarely made money sitting at his table. He would buy me drinks, and we would talk. I mostly remember him making me laugh, and that conversation came easy. His voice was sincere and honest, with a hint of a boyish smile always on his lips. He had a sweet and gentle way that invited my trust.
After a few drinks with him, he often would urge me to leave and go make some money. Working
March 1990
Dear L_,
I hope this letter doesn't bore you. I'm afraid I don't have a gift for words such as you. First of all, don't panic, this is not a love letter. These are just a few thoughts that I had in my head, that I wanted to give some substance to. And besides, since you don't have a phone, I might need to get used to doing this more.
I found Saturday very pleasing, thanks to you and A_. Your son is as beautiful and enchanting as his mother. I have to admit, I didn't know what to
Letting go in pieces. Holding on in pieces.
A week ago I was in his bed.
A month ago, he was in mine.
Four months ago, I was crying in his arms.
Six months ago, I found out about her.
Eleven months ago, I was moving to another city to begin my new life with him.
Seventeen months ago, he told me he had never stopped loving me.
Eighteen months ago, we reunited in a hotel room.
Seventeen years ago we met. Had I known then the significance of our first encounter, I often wonder what I might have
He came into my life twice.
The first time was when I was a topless dancer at a strip joint. I was 21 years old, he was 29 and married. Not exactly the beginning of a breathless romance novel, but it's my real story.
He tells me years later he remembers that I was wearing a red dress and I had the finest ass in the club. I only remember him tipping me on stage & asking me to come to his table later. I did one table dance for him and he bought me a drink. He started tipping me regularly and
Seventeen years ago, I thought I missed my opportunity for true love. I met the man of my dreams and then I let him go. I wasn't ready.
He came back into my life like a warm breath into my soul. He brightened my days, made me smile, and gave me hope for true love. I had finally come home. Happily ever after was real after all. It all seemed too good to be true. And it was.
He took me to heaven and hell. Brought me to my knees, only to lift me up again and touch the sky. Then he let me go again.
We
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