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Me. I am much privileged in my own life. I am the only born child of my parents. I am loved by my parents and by my lover. I am adored by my lover who feels truly for me. Parents. Their dear love is one among some of my privileges. They could provide me with a lavish brought-up. They now tolerate my being in love with her. They know deep inside that she's the one. Her. She is the best gift in this moorland life of mine. She got my mind's inner eye transfixed at herself. She is a cute person who loves me as if she is loony. She makes my life so beautiful and so is her beauty. She definitely is a privilege to me but doesn't get it. She surely puts up a surly face to my being busy. She playfully ignores this fact and pulls my leg. Together. All of the entities are equally indispensable in my life. All in the ascending order of priority I have told about. All but yes, she often teases me with her cutest tantrums. All of it I will never mind any of these mood swings of her. Because. My parents also bore mine when I was a kid. My demands were all met just about anyhow. My responsibility will grow after we get married. My children-our children will also have their needs.
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
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