Harry sits down, next to his wife. “So what did you what to show me?” She asked. . “Just a diary I kept.” . “A diary?” . “Yep, one all about you."
He left. He left without a word. No mumers of love, no kisses upon my body. I pray for him. May he have a safe journey. May you know that my lovers gone.
Don’t blame yourself for this; it was him that caused all of this, not you. Never forget that. You are the medicine that is helping me cure myself, making everyday better then the last. I no longer sigh at the prospect of another day, I see the sun out and shining and a smile spreads across my face. Thankyou.... Thankyou for making my life something that I now want to live for. Thankyou for being my drug. Loosely based on angel_of_fire’s challange, The Young and the Abused!
Two words: Bloody Hell. Now I have always been quite sure as to what we males are meant to do, unfortunately without Health ed I didn't know that this was humanly possible. But now I'm stuck being a teenage boy with a bad case of PMS and some anger to take out on someone…. My response to LilPrincess48's challenge: The Joys of Male Pregnancy! Tell me what you think.
Why does the world have to be so cruel? Why must it take away everything that is my being? All I ever asked for was one thing, no more, and the world must come and tear that out of my grasp. All I wanted was love, to be loved. I know ‘tis a lot to ask for, women are not allowed love. But ‘twas what my heart longed for, what it beat on, what I lived for. Until I lived no more.