I miss Mamiko so much. A great love climbing like a stairway to heaven. Yet I treated our love like it was just a good time. And let her slip away leaving me with a drought like the Sahara Desert. If I never enjoy such love and affection again for the rest of my life, I may as well consider it over. No wonder she was wise to find another man rather than risk such despair of heart and soul. sign
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