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    Okay, D.
    Thursday, June 17, 2010, 12:49 AM
    Okay, D. I can’t promise you a perfect relationship. I can’t promise you we will never fight. I can’t promise you I won’t get jealous. But I can promise you it will be worth it. I can promise you I will make you happy. I will make you proud to say I’m your guy and I can promise you a good time every time we’re together. Just keep your word & I’ll keep mine. Promise.
    *Pinky swear*

    I want the assurance that I will never lose you. My darkest thoughts will not scare you away. At the same time, assurance is the last thing I want. I want our connection to surprise me and motivate me to be better, and more indispensable each day. You enlighten me, inspire me, make me reach for more.

    I am never content, and I am glad that is the case. We may never be perfect, but we are forever learning and growing, making mistakes and dreaming the impossible. Once again, thanks for loving me, even when it hurts you. Thanks for letting me love you and accepting me with all my quarks and imperfections. ;)

    I am deeply sorry that I could not change my relationship status on Facebook, cos I am married with Shaikh, virtually. You know that I have A LOT of gay friends, so I really hope you understand D. Furthermore, I did not want people to know that I already stick to a string, so let this be confidential, sooner or later, they will know.

    Finally, correct me if I'm wrong, but my theory of trying to get with a hot girl failed and so therefore, hot girls are most often all about looks, because they, themselves are too cocky to get with a guy like me. Please do not consider my D as hot.

    Okay D, I will wait for your call in the morning, I will pick you up then we will go for lunch, then head to Jurong Point and send you home and boom, send myself home.