Dear Clarisse,
Today I nearly ran over the bastard. By "nearly", I'm emphasizing the intention that it was on purpose. Yes, what's worse, I flipped the bird at him. A hand gesture that should I have pushed it towards my mouth, in my culture, signifies "to eat". But right then, it was help straight facing the slit-eyed douche. I wasn't the least bit sorry about it. Perhaps Lord Vishnu might care to forgive me given the circumstances. I couldn't walk away...
"It wasn't you, it's me," she said two years ago by the lake you ensured me would be the perfect spot to pop the question. Guess what, I never liked lakes ever since, I hated them even more after cousin Lakshmi thought it was funny to release my ten-year-old pet tortoise into Lake Titiwangsa. "Freedom" my ass. I bet she wouldn't have said the same should I free her Macaw.
When you girls universally think guys are going to forget because of that reason, you're wrong. There are times I persevered for it ached greatly just at the whisper of her name, I wondered whether I've moved on. Honestly, just say "it's you"; if the reason had been because I wasn't mature enough, rich, strong, or bad as she would have wanted me to be I'd stay content. Tried to act like I don't care, and eventually I lost it that night when she appeared at my doorstep, teary eyed from a fight with Joshua.
Took a lot in me to forgive and forget. I'm sure I've done you proud for not running him over. Would have cost Joshua his life, and tarnished my good name, yet the exchange seemed fair. If I said Joshua screwed her over, Tanusha screwed mine. And I can't believe this nightmare anymore. I'll end this, Clarisse, I promise. It's going to be her's or mine. And right now, I don't know which it's gonna be.
Please forgive me, my friend.
Ganesh
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Just exercising my thoughts after listening to the radio.
Gentle attempts,
Vonnie S.
Today I nearly ran over the bastard. By "nearly", I'm emphasizing the intention that it was on purpose. Yes, what's worse, I flipped the bird at him. A hand gesture that should I have pushed it towards my mouth, in my culture, signifies "to eat". But right then, it was help straight facing the slit-eyed douche. I wasn't the least bit sorry about it. Perhaps Lord Vishnu might care to forgive me given the circumstances. I couldn't walk away...
"It wasn't you, it's me," she said two years ago by the lake you ensured me would be the perfect spot to pop the question. Guess what, I never liked lakes ever since, I hated them even more after cousin Lakshmi thought it was funny to release my ten-year-old pet tortoise into Lake Titiwangsa. "Freedom" my ass. I bet she wouldn't have said the same should I free her Macaw.
When you girls universally think guys are going to forget because of that reason, you're wrong. There are times I persevered for it ached greatly just at the whisper of her name, I wondered whether I've moved on. Honestly, just say "it's you"; if the reason had been because I wasn't mature enough, rich, strong, or bad as she would have wanted me to be I'd stay content. Tried to act like I don't care, and eventually I lost it that night when she appeared at my doorstep, teary eyed from a fight with Joshua.
Took a lot in me to forgive and forget. I'm sure I've done you proud for not running him over. Would have cost Joshua his life, and tarnished my good name, yet the exchange seemed fair. If I said Joshua screwed her over, Tanusha screwed mine. And I can't believe this nightmare anymore. I'll end this, Clarisse, I promise. It's going to be her's or mine. And right now, I don't know which it's gonna be.
Please forgive me, my friend.
Ganesh
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Just exercising my thoughts after listening to the radio.
Gentle attempts,
Vonnie S.
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