Bismillah.
The sister,
She had not realized one thing.
Even so unconsciously.
She is, people who have not liked.
She also, people who put words illfeel in my heart.
But later, she became a figure whom I adored.
It is true, hate will grow to love.
She,
People who've made me laugh because of her joke.
She,
People who managed to make me jealous with her ability.
She,
People who managed to make me jealous because her name is always spoken by my partner in every meeting.
She,
Who makes decisions based on the two sides.
But she also,
People who have compared me with others.
She,
People who hurt me with proud of my partner in front of me, although I know, she did not consciously do that.
But she also, people who praise me proudly in front of others.
She,
People who have ever encouraging the propagation.
She also, people who always believe in running a trust.
But she,
Not aware of one thing.
That I loved her dearly.
When she tells at length propagation problems,
I saw her face full of concern .
Others, trying to comfort by making a laughing stock.
I can not.
Because it was too heavy for me to admit that I loved her dearly.
I saw she was weeping sore storytelling.
I'm fighting back tears,
Sore and my heart sick to see her crying like that.
Unbearable tears, I dissolve in tears, too.
Me? Yes, just me alone.
Who still harbored prestige.
I turned another conversation, so no reason for me to cry.
Whereas pure, because I was sick to see her cry like that.
But she was not aware.
And I also do not have intention to revive her.
When she asked,
Ukhti''how?''
Just look at her face I could not.
With her puffy eyes, she tried to force me to speak.
I love you, ukhti.
Already,.
I'm sorry, could not disclose the contents of this heart.
This article, which could reveal the contents of the heart.
That I love you,
Love you, because of Allah, my Lord.
The sister,
She had not realized one thing.
Even so unconsciously.
She is, people who have not liked.
She also, people who put words illfeel in my heart.
But later, she became a figure whom I adored.
It is true, hate will grow to love.
She,
People who've made me laugh because of her joke.
She,
People who managed to make me jealous with her ability.
She,
People who managed to make me jealous because her name is always spoken by my partner in every meeting.
She,
Who makes decisions based on the two sides.
But she also,
People who have compared me with others.
She,
People who hurt me with proud of my partner in front of me, although I know, she did not consciously do that.
But she also, people who praise me proudly in front of others.
She,
People who have ever encouraging the propagation.
She also, people who always believe in running a trust.
But she,
Not aware of one thing.
That I loved her dearly.
When she tells at length propagation problems,
I saw her face full of concern .
Others, trying to comfort by making a laughing stock.
I can not.
Because it was too heavy for me to admit that I loved her dearly.
I saw she was weeping sore storytelling.
I'm fighting back tears,
Sore and my heart sick to see her crying like that.
Unbearable tears, I dissolve in tears, too.
Me? Yes, just me alone.
Who still harbored prestige.
I turned another conversation, so no reason for me to cry.
Whereas pure, because I was sick to see her cry like that.
But she was not aware.
And I also do not have intention to revive her.
When she asked,
Ukhti''how?''
Just look at her face I could not.
With her puffy eyes, she tried to force me to speak.
I love you, ukhti.
Already,.
I'm sorry, could not disclose the contents of this heart.
This article, which could reveal the contents of the heart.
That I love you,
Love you, because of Allah, my Lord.
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