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Monday, March 28, 2005
Thank you for spending time on me. Thank you for spending time with me. Thank you for all you've done for me. Thank you for all you've sacrificed for me. Thank you for all the little gestures. Thank you for making me happy. Thank you for all the morning calls. Thank you for cheering me up. Thank you for all the sweet messages. Thank you for taking care of me everyday. Thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for loving me, just the way I am.

I know I've disappointed you. I know you think I've led you on, but I don't think I ever did. I know it's cruel of me to do this to you, but I've always tried to tell you to just give it up. I'm sorry things had to end on this note. But I hope we'll still be friends, like we've always been okay? I'll give you time. If it makes you feel better, don't contact me at all alright? I won't blame you for that.

Take care.


BimboQueen
3/28/2005 12:27:00 am

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The BimboQueen

Serene Loo; Femme; 19 September 1987; Nineteen going on Twenty; Mass Communication Graduate; Account Management Executive; Nightlife; Retail therapy & more retail therapy; Very trigger happy; hayzelle@hotmail.com