Sad, Truly Sad

Dear Missy Natasha,

Looks like someone else beat me to it.

Well, he is in the same profession as you, so I suppose there is a similarity between the two of you.

I feel so sad.

I feel so heartbroken.

I feel so stupid.

I let my devilish desires wrestle my love for you away previously.

Now, I am paying it back, all of it.

Jealous? Yes, I am jealous, vehemontly jealous.

I am a changed man, believe me.

I've learned quite some time ago, that me, being me, will only invite ferocious beasts in me to engulf myself.

Now, I'm slowly eliminating those beasts, and encouraging the better side of me to emerge.

I should get closer to God, and then, only then, will God brighten the way for me to win you over, perhaps?

I really want you, I really do.

Knowing that now you've become a better person, becoming a devout Muslim, carving a great career ahead, makes me wanting you even more.

But I'm not as good as you are.

I'm such a dog.

I'm not a devout Muslim.

Career?

What career do I have other than being a lowly customer service guy?

God! Thinking about all this shows that I am at the bottom of the ladder.

Proves that I am a nothing more than a street mutt.

Ha! A street mutt wanting a lovely princess of the skies?

I'm so sorry, forgive me, forgive this post.

For I always try to accept that I can never achieve what I want in life, but still wants it, all of it.

Later,
AY_Natasha.