and the friday evenings still brings down that urge to go grab the black pens (two of them), give one to my feMALE  and start chitchatting at first bench, laugh out loudest when someone fails to answer, stay absolutely quite even at the stupidest questions. I have started to detest fridays.

There is a guilt of not meeting the 'father' we made, there is the question which i never answered, "ashamed" word from me still disgusts her and she says he loves me still...

To the man whom I LOVE, to the woman whom I LOVE
You two gave me what I lacked the most, a father a soul sister...
I Love You
The more I write the more it will seem like an understatement

Thank You