don''t say anything I am fed out. I don''t have now any more interest in teasing and insulting Sardars and Other animals, So I have decided to say sorry
and
"I''m Here, And I Love You.
I Have Always Loved You,
And I Will Always Love You.
I Was Thinking Of You,
Seeing Your Face In My Mind,
Every Second That I Was Away.
When I Told You I Didn''t Want You,
It Was The Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy."
It is easy to look back, self-indulgently, feeling pleasantly sorry for oneself and saying I didn''t have this and I didn''t have that. But it is only the grown woman regretting the hardships of a little girl who never thought they were hardships at all.
