He's back...
The guy who brings out the devil in me, the one who took my virginity, the one who left me for some kiddy, the guy whom I had loved and cared for through everything... It felt good talking to him. It felt comfortable. But yet I feel guilty with every word I spilled and with every voice of him I heared... Why do I feel that way? Do I still have feelings for him? God, I hope not! I love my Fahmy way more than all the guys I've dated, combined. Why is this one so special? Its been ages since I removed him from my life and somewhat he managed to crawled his way back in! How scrappy is he!! Anyway, I hoped that none that I mentioned here are reading it... I hope...
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