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<title>Diary Lies - d</title>
<description>Only 3% of women say they never lie - could they also be bending the truth?</description>
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<title>Guilty Party</title>
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Dear Diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D was my older lover in his 40s. It’s odd to use the past tense to describe a recent lover. Because, it just ended a few days ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad that it was him who ended it. Delighted even. I hate being “the one who left”. Yes. Even affairs have some moral restraints. Because we are already this bad we have to save grace from being holy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A holy lover by definition, is a person who gives all the trusts, the tenderness, the compassion, the understanding, the affection, and most importantly, the naivety of believing “one day it will happen for us”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went away with guilt that he chose to leave me for another woman. He thought he had broken my heart. He was tainted and I became holy in this story of us. But in fact, not quite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D was not a nice-looking man. Not unpleasant but there was nothing striking about him. So what was the reason for me to be with him? It was because, very simply because, he had a similar chin and thin lips that resemble the smirk like my ex-lover, E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to erase a face is to wipe it with another face. Therefore D existed in my life, for the reason he would never ever know, that he was, just a person who resumed a position in my unfinished dream.
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