Would you die for me.......????

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When I first met you I thought I was dreaming ... But fortunately I wasn't.

You were everything to me and you knew that. I'd shown you everyday how much I valued you and you would do the same for me.

If ever you were away, the minute I woke up to start my day, you would send me a love poem (there happened to be a new one everyday).

You would cheer me up when I was sad, make me smile when I was mad, and even cuddle with me when I had really bad cramps.

I still remember what you said to me the first time we met:
" You have toilet paper attached to your ass."

I was so embarrassed and you could see it in my face, so then you quickly ripped it off my dress and offered me a drink. We spoke for hours upon hours and we laughed and spoke as if we were old friends that were chatting about the good times.

Afterwards you offered to take me home, and like a gentleman you opened the door. Once we reached my door step you kissed me goodnight, and from then on I knew you the one.

We've been together for a year, but I'm seeing a change in your behaviour. Your rude, and always grumpy, you never have time to spend with me and you are always going out.

I decided to investigate more into this because I was curious, that maybe you were seeing another.

I searched your phone but there was nothing, I searched your laptop and found nothing at all. As I put your blazer back onto your office chair where I had found it, another cellphone fell out. I didn't know you had another phone?

Ooh look here? Who's Clara? The name rung a bell but I couldn't remember.

Clara: Hey babe you want meet up today?
Christopher: Sure, I just need to get rid of my wife.
Clara: Just say that your going to a business trip baby. I miss you.
Christopher: Ok. See you 15 .

My heart stopped... I knew that he wasn't going to work when he said he was but I didn't think he was cheating on me.

Then it hit me... I recognised that number... It was my sister's number.

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