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★ for my princecharming, samsi.
I am sorry that I made you cry,
It hurts me so bad that I want to die.
In you I have found a love that is true,
And my heart is filled with love for you.
I am sorry that I have hurt you and you are in pain,
But without you, my life will not be the same.
I am sorry whatever should I do,
I want to take the time and apologize to you.
You fill my heart with joy, and you make my life complete,
Every time you come around me my heart skips a beat.
Every night I think of you as I lye in the dark,
And I close my eyes and I see you holding on to me with your head against my heart.
Before I go and put this poem to an end,
I want to say I am sorry and it will never happen again.
★ page 1: profile
Nerly Erviona. A year older when July 15 comes. Engaged to Samsi Samad.
I am a police officer who controls a child gone wild,
I am a confidante that wipes a crying child's tears,
I am a librarian showing adventures that a storybook brings,
I am a custodian that has to clean certain little messes,
I am a photographer keeping pictures of a child's monthly growth,
When mother and father are gone for the day, I become both,
I am a doctor that detects when a child is feeling sick,
I am a party planner for holidays to celebrate with all,
I am a decorator of a room, filling every wall,
I am a clown and comedian that make the children laugh,
I am a dietician assuring they have lunch,
When we seem to stray from values, I become a preacher,
But I am proud to have to be these people because..
I'm proud to say, "I am a teacher."
★ PAGE 2: STORIES AFTER STORIES
Date: Wednesday, October 27, 2010 | Time: 16:22
I just get myself ready to go to work. I woke up at 0645hrs. BabyChinta fetched me after work and we went to have our dinner at Beach Road. After so long, right? I know! *laugh*. But who expect us to have a misunderstanding when we were on the bike, on the way there?? Yes, we did! The hold journey I did not hold his waist. I tried myself to balance. I was so hurt with his words. All because of what? Because of Muzakir and Najel! But more to Muzakir. I find it hard now, Chinta. Is it wrong for me to be honest that he texted me?? *sigh*. But all went okay when we were about to eat. Maybe it's true. An angry man is a hungry man. Or is it a hungry man is an angry man?? I can't remember. *laugh*. So, after meal, we went to Haji Lane to slack at his friend's shop. Then we went home. He was thinking too much to ask me weird questions.Chinta: "Kalau satu hari kita mati, who will be the first one awak cari?"
Myself: "My family. I need their full supports."
Chinta: "Will you still keep in touch with Mak?"
Myself: "Of course! Awak takmo cakap macam gini lah. Kalau awak da takda, sapa nak jaga kita? Kalau kita betol pregnant, sapa nak jaga baby kita dua and myself? Sapa nak tanggung kita dua? And sapa nak kasi kita dua pure love from a husband and a father to our baby? *tears rolling*."
Chinta: *tears in his eyes and kissed my forehead*.
Myself: "My family. I need their full supports."
Chinta: "Will you still keep in touch with Mak?"
Myself: "Of course! Awak takmo cakap macam gini lah. Kalau awak da takda, sapa nak jaga kita? Kalau kita betol pregnant, sapa nak jaga baby kita dua and myself? Sapa nak tanggung kita dua? And sapa nak kasi kita dua pure love from a husband and a father to our baby? *tears rolling*."
Chinta: *tears in his eyes and kissed my forehead*.
I love my BabyChinta. Don't take him away from me, GOD. I still got long way to go with him and I wanna share my life with him.
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