Who actually is she who I’ve been referring to ‘She’ (and sometimes ‘Ni’) in the entries of my diary?
I’m not unraveling any mystery. It’s straight, She’s my love.
Once you get hooked into it, you simply can’t escape. Love fades? I don’t think….So much of begging, cries, distraught, pains, fights and arguments : all for love’s sake. Dunno, how much ‘assistance’ they have contributed (to me for my love’s sake) but I know I’m always in pain.
Over these tumultuous years, I know my love (for her) is only deepening (even in absence of good communication).
For those who are for carnal love, this might seem to be strange. I KNOW I BOAST MY LOVE.