Yours Forever

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You will never love me like I love you. It will not be possible. It will not happen. To me you more than life, but for you I die. I'm yours, completely. But you can never be mine.

I tried to remember my first memories with you. At that time I was glad, at last there is also muscular arms that held me, without having to wear gloves. The hand is yours. I like to see your fingerprints fingerprint-printed in white all over my body and slim. In those days you've brought me to life. But maybe you also that would kill me, slowly.

You never hesitated when I make friends loyalty. Or maybe more than that. The last thing you love on earth. But that was! Times when I was still so beautiful and smart. Times when I was still so dreamed and deserve to be proud of. All friends must be tired of your office to hear your story about me. And in my place, I could only smile. Smiling without a form which you can see much less you feel.

Moments that I always be with you, all my time. Accompany tense wait for the meeting, or just see you sweating at the gym that you always visit. I wake from sleep, to see a mess. But you're always looking. Was I, the first in the morning you touch your heart, you never even considered beautiful?

I miss the clothes that you provide, with various colors and shapes that you never miss dressing. But now? Everything was sitting forlornly on a dusty closet. I just have not been you care, let alone my clothes?

And the last thing I miss the old you is your ability to teach me, slowly made me become more intelligent every day. If at first count only a limited ability in simple numbers, your blessings and ketabahanmu deal with, I can count Sin Cos Tan so easily. I also now been able melantunkanmu songs that you like when you do not feel happy. I'm sincere, do it all for you. I'm willing. For the sake of you and your happiness.

I miss the old you. But I know you'll never miss me. Even in my dreams.

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You want to know when this love grow? When we kissed for the first time. Are you aware that simple things can make me fall in love with you? At that time, I was the first time to tell you. About the success of the toll road project. Pace to know it makes you wonder, and no doubt you stick your lips to my body. "I love you!" Ujarmu. I'm flying. At that time you also hopping with excitement like a child who was given candy by parents. You tie the choke off all day and direct you to bring your friends around you enjoy the best sushi you like. Of course still with me. Always with me.

And after that you are getting stuck with me. I was so stupid for loving you. Just because bualanmu boasting, you may say, without feeling the slightest. Like on that day, when you left me at home. I do not know, if you intentionally or not. But definitely the time was so slow. I feel so useless without you.

Then I was so happy when you open your bedroom door. Find me, lying cold on the bed still unmade. I know, helpers will not come into this room on this day. He holiday. I memorized all the schedule. I also know all your secrets. Even passwordmu numbers.

Really I can not forget the words that you said at that time. You ran when she saw me. You're holding my body. You almost cried when she saw me sleeping, because the day before, I was so tired. With you all day in between the solid aktifitasmu. Then you woke me, and I live to hear you say that phrase is so beautiful.

"Today a lot of messy work because you are not there! I can not live without you, really! "

You said it in a tone that seemed to joke. People would laugh if you are caught, a corporate genius, talking like that to me. But to me, your words sincere. And after those words, I promise to always serve you forever. You have plunged me into a love that will never be reciprocated, then why I do not dive as well? Who knows in this love I can see beautiful things, like what you see in the ocean when you dive. Favorite hobby.

Like you, age is also causing me to be weak, the vulnerable. Maybe my body the once shiny white has now become a dull, broken here and there. Will always decrease my intelligence every time. Ability to wake up with you dozens of hours will shrink. Now I became more frequent as supposed to sleep with you to work. I'm embarrassed by my situation. I want to be like before.

We all have age restrictions. Maybe yours are still many old again, after you taste all the pleasure of success this time you're trying to achieve. But I? I just have to wait as people dumped me, leaving me. As something that dumb and die without function.

And now I fear very well at last arrived. We have long shared. But I've made too many mistakes must you hate. Even the most sabarpun man would lose patience if met with me. Especially you, who was known as a high bertempramen boss in your office. You fast-paced and high mobility to deal with what is now so slow. I feel like an old grandmother, despised, and is no longer a smart pretty girl. I'm ashamed of myself.

Ignorance has reached its peak. When you have to use my intelligence that you actually create it, I was asleep. I so often easily tired. And those moments are the most important moment for you at the office. You are so angry. The incident happened in a twinkling of an eye. But I do not think you will setega it to me.

You almost killed me.

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"Boss, is why his Italic Whiteberry slammed! Sayang banget! "

That's the first words I heard when I was starting to wake up. My body hurts, it hurts all. I slammed on the floor. Thick armor that you gave me has no effect anymore. I've been seriously injured.

"Do not know ya! After a long time it makes emotional phone. Tell push mail can not. Dipake kept calling even death. Batrenya yes Ngedrop time? And I again waited for an important e-mails from clients nih! Emang susah have stupid phone! "

I was heartbroken.

But it was from the beginning I had to know that you probably will not love me back. You'll love a real woman, then marry and have children funny. While I still will continue to fall as a loving mobile phone owner, you. Waiting throw from the third floor or sold to someone else. Maybe in a stupid teenager who just use me as a tool pamernya course. As a tool for photos narcissist or find cheat through the ability to communicate. Or simply write a letter to his girlfriend, with a button-tombolku comfortable.

I do not want to! You make me feel smart and useful. You make me do my best! And now I know that for you, I have become garbage.

"Udah! If the boss does not want, for me Italicnya aja. Still worth seven millions lho boss. "

I was expensive! I'm different from others! I'm smart, sleek, and beautiful! I can meet all your needs! But why do you still dumped me?

"Whatever expensive or not. Interface really slow! I swear, nyesel buy this phone. Tau so I bought another. "

Oh. So sorry you have me? So for you during this worship in vain? So my nights without rest, with you waiting for an important letter means nothing now?

Okay. I will not hesitate to suspended animation this time. I'm not just going to sleep, as usual. I will delete all berhargamu letters, your personal data, pornomu photos, favorite songs, and yours is important passwords. I'll let you feel a loss. A yearning for that long I have been struggling to serve you. Now that my love may have become numb, numb. I want to hate you. I want you to suffer too, like what I've felt.

One is for sure, I'll patiently wait. To see the faces turn into panikmu relief, when a doctor (or a repairman, you) managed to bring back to life with all of your sake. I will not be afraid to fall in love with you again if you promise to look after me. Take care. Using my ability to wisely and patiently.

And frankly, terlarangku love you will never be lost.

I'm yours. Completely.