Is love is enough

Is love is enough

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He came in to my life as surprise, and I foolishly fell for him without knowing any thing about his past. when he choose his wife over me after I confessed my love I was hurt but I accepted his choice and carried on with my pain, and when he offered friendship I tried to be a friend he needed. But on day of black code he came back to me when I asked him about the last time we kissed he said the sequence like he memorised it as a hymn and we made love, for the whole night we made love and I thought we were pouring our souls to each other he said he loved me and can't lose me and asked to wait for him to come back. But he never came back he left me and went back to newyork along with his wife The pain he caused me this time left me dead than placing my hand on an active bomb earlier day. That is the day I reliased to get back my life, but when life want to throw suprisesno one can escape months after he left I reliased our night on that day has left a new life inside me unborn, and undamaged little life depending on me grow to live.
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