It's like been many years (infact about 2 years from now) since i got to know her and I was of course fuckingly attached. The best fucking moment was to get fuckingly involved with her and we both had a fucking great time. It was just some fucking secret that I had to keep and felt the fucking burden. WTF, really had to keep and slip myself to indignity just to help myself feel better. And I tot, what the fuck should i do now.. to tell the fucking truth or not....it was just tormenting not to tell the fucking truth and there the other one was truthfully true to me. and me, just playing my fucking time to get my self of her. aaarrrggghhh.the bets bets moment came when i decided that the fucking attitude should come to lite and there seemingly just told the truth about my fucking affair. things started to get bad of course ... and fuck, there i was came back crawling back to the true one and made my self in despair about my fucking love for the other one. i really dun know what the fuck was i doing then....and now i feel that what i have done was fucking damn wrong abt crawling back...coz i was fucking suffering inside. and the dumped one just left in despair too. WTF.