(This is something that I wrote a few months back. I can say in many ways I do still feel the same but I feel it is all for not. I cannot talk to me Belle anymore. I do not feel she wants to see me anymore. But I would take her back if I knew she was still mine. But I don't know if that will ever happen.)
8/9/08
I have the most beautiful woman around me. she has the softest skin and a shine in her face. spunk in her attitude mixed in with a little sass and pride. I love my Belle and I want to world to know that. She is my world and what my life was ment for. I love to pamper her and buy her gifts and flowers, candies and all the little things that let her know that I am hers. I don't want to know what life is without her ever again. She is my ray of sunshine and my compas threw life. She is my streangth, will, & power. She can always put a smile on my face or make me cry when she is upset. I love to have her near me and to smell her close. I love to hold her and squeeze her and never want to let go. I love her laugh and I love to tickle her even when she begs me to stop. I like to encourage her to prove her streangths. I want to be her sugar dady and she can be my sugar mamma. Not with money but with hugs and kisses. I love my Cassandra Bell Mcmanama
