My dearest Qkuelton.Youre the first thing I think about when I wake.Youre the last thing...
I think about when I go to sleep.You consume me.Your gaze makes me weak in the knees.I love you,I need you ,I want you. The eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart.To bad were married to other people.Too bad I was so damn stupid to marry such a selfish,messed up moron with an equally messed up family.If it wasnt for my kids I would leave.......
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