This is what I beg of u:
I dont want u to compare me with anyone.
I dont want u make false expectations.
I dont desire a hopeless heart nor do I desire someone’s leftover.
I know u want me, I know u need me, but u carry a great burden upon ur soul, a remembrance of what used to be. That’s ur cross, ur enemy, MY enemy. Its ur misfortune n my obstacle. Its ur gloominess n my challenge. Your deep longing for what used to be mortifies me, slaughters me n makes my life a misery to me….
