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Sunday, 25 July 2010 2:40 am
I knew I shouldn't have opened this discussion.

I could have just met you but stubborn as you are, you fret for my safety and about how the parental units would perceive your 1am request to get their "precious daughter" out of the house. Sucks to be me at this point. I was unbelievably eager to meet you, more so since it was a spur of the moment thing. Sigh. Thanks for calling, but it's not the same.

You started off well-enough...

"You're smart, you're good-looking, you're gorgeous actually, intelligent, you're nice, you're mature- even back when you were 16... and I'd have asked you out if I was 18! It's not about looks, I'm the LAST person who'll care about looks so you should know I'm serious about this. You're smart, really, and you can talk and you're a good person and that shines through".

"Uh hum".

"Its disturbing for me for me to watch you rush into one heartbreak/messy situation to another. You keep running into situations like this... headlong into it. Why Jayasri dear do you do this? You're a nice girl, I care about you... actually you're one of the few people I really care about. You really deserve someone who is good to you and looks after you and cares for you- seriously".

"Maybe."

"You prolly don't believe me or don't trust me but it's true. You're sweet, good-looking and nice but whatever you wanted may not be the best thing for you. Listen my dear, let this go. Don't force him into a decision. I just want you to be happy. You're good and you know it, don't fret. You don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. Seriously."

"It's not about him, I'm happy he's got someone, proud when he does well, it's just me havin gto get over this. I'll be fine, just not yet..."

"It's alright, you know that all you have to do it send me a text or something and i'll get right back to you no matter what.. you know that don't you?"

"Yeah."

Its funny (matter of speaking) how I always ask after people, but no one asks after me after the first time.
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