{I MISS HER TERRIBLY}

{I MISS HER TERRIBLY}

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WpMetadataReadConcluida jue, abr 23, 2015<5 mins
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by; Karim.S.Baksh The Girl of My Dreams She's perfect.  When I met her, I knew she was a sweet girl but didn't think much of it until I got to know her.  She's the definition of a soulmate, if you believe such a thing exists.  We share so much, we're so incredibly alike and yet we perfectly complement each other in nearly every facet of life.  I've become her closest friend, and she's become mine.  She never misses an opportunity to tell me how important and how close I am to her, and I try to do the same.  And despite all of this, I'll never be able to have her. She's Muslim, I'm Hindu, the societal restrictions on such a relationship make this nearly impossible.  My family has always been open minded, but this is still something I'm not sure they'd quite be able to handle, and I understand why.  Her family will likely be the same.  I think even she feels this is unfortunate somewhat, yet I know she's very religious and probably wouldn't even do it herself, despite having some form
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Even if I am a billionaire now, mom and I usually talk but dad is still hard on me. He didn't want me living away from home at the age of twenty five, and wasting away my money to some girl or women who only wanted my fame, fortune but not the real me, as what he always say, the last time he talked to me, which was five years ago. But I liked the attention, the fake loves or smiles, but it changed when I swerved my car down an alley and saw a girl walking, swaying like she's drunk or didn't care what happens to her. I almost hit her and shouted pulling down my car window, but she isn't budging. Oh, my God, is she dead or did I hit her? I looked outside and I think it's okay to get out of the dark street.

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