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Posted: Jan 24, 2006 Tue 03:00 pm     Views: 40   

January 24, 2006
1140 pm

in the car farthest I have been from home.. on my own. A journey with such a different life… life with my hired help.
Real people …. Boa and ahsan… to take me some where close to home. After 6 years, home came back today, she came in the most perfect time, perfect surprise, married happy, real. Nuggy, one day I had .. not even the day hrs that turned into minutes. Into seconds. On my way back now ,

Back to the castle, the world I live in alone… I want to cry right now. I want to go back to her and cry to her…. Time , time it takes for the words that I want to tell her.
Words I want to hear from her, words that she wants to know… wants to listen with out having an answer of debate.

Debate always we were in cause the truth never was there, now our worlds have changed and mine she knows of, she can listen to without being misunderstood, words and explainations that she is left to pounder what journey I am on. Truth she knows of it and dening them is a first….. a change.

Change of heart with me, debate was always on the table. At home, where we had tea parties and fasion shows, then in secretcy we still held our hands together under the table. Lies we told to keep that bond…. Bond of what?

The bond that has brought her back after 6 years….

I wish I wasn’t going home….. this long journey from gulshan. A place I never go… or would … places don’t matter.

Due to there non exsistent phenomena

Home now….. gates are about to open
Goodbye

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