i bet you won't be home before us. the moment you walk out of the office, the question pops up. will you be seeing her later today? when you are not home when we reaches home, i really wanted to text you and ask 'where's dear?' what's the point of asking? do i really want to know the answer? will you be home for dinner? are you having dinner with her? how many times I got to cry for this?
she's indeed very beautiful. i bet you want to see her everyday. her sweet smile and pretty eyes. compared to mine, a sad face and eyes full of tears. :(
the phone is locked. there's so much to hide. the on going you got to hide from me. can't you show me something that says it's over?
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