Of all the guys in IBM, they had to send a guy as xxx as him to upgrade my
computer today..... The size just reminds me of his touch his hugs and
whatever else.....
Just when I was getting successful in convincing myself that it was just a
coincidence in the morning..... I had to flip through a photo of us when
looking for a family photo for Kemp..... In my mum's photo album, the very
last photo.
I hate all these...
I feel God is playing me.... Its not giving me a chance at all to forget
him to start anew......
I am tired of being strong.
Nobody ever tries to console me because I seem too strong..... They thought
I could get over it fast. But who knows about the sleepless nights and the
whole mind nothing but him?
I need help.
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