Its was tough, tiring, traumatizing & tragic. I just could't think of anything but regrets of going into it. It was yuck : My relationship. I was spied online, i was investigated till death offline, i was asked my underwear's colour, i was pushed to gulp in tonnes of silk chocolates in a day, i was blackmailed by emotional blood scratches on hand, i was given a marriage proposal everyday, i was given porn cds as birthday gifts even tough they were nice, you know how it is, arrrrgh!! the point is I had a feeling that I was imprisoned in bars of Guantanamo bay & each cell of my body had the creepy feeling of being forcefully typecast-ed into a boyfriend or a mere object of fantasy.I BROKE UP. WE BROKE UP. THE WHOLE DAMN HARAKIRI-ING SITUATION BROKE UP !!
That night a felt free realizing the great scopes of manhood and i had a dream, her dream, the one i'm gonna write about.........
Her smile, her hairs, she herself ......
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