Please Answer...

Susan,

I cant think properly anymore. Not while you are doing this to me. I am not sure of anything anymore. I cant study. I cant eat nor sleep. I am going mad. Please help me. I am begging you. I have been begging you everyday...little did I know I was blocked all that time. Even if I knew, I would have tried. I would never give up....YOU DID.

If all of this was only a joke, then please answer me and tell me. That way I can do the things that I came here to do...

I am very confused Susan. I cant take signals and signs from you....I dont want to pre-suppose any thing. If you dont want to talk to me anymore, just say so. Either way, I will be meeting you in this lifetime and I will get those answers. I do not think you could have faked what we had. I refuse to believe that its "Notting Hill 2" that we had...it was not an internet romance chat channel...

If it was that to you then tell me...I need to take this scarred heart elsewhere. Atleast I wouldnt be bleeding on your carpet anymore.

please answer this mail in plain words...


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