second part is there's an irish man. he loves me but i dont love him. but 1 thing i admit I LOVE THE WAY HE LOVES ME. i love to be with him. he always there for me. he always cheer me up when im down. but pity him. i just dont have the love for him. i know its not fair on his part. and i told him so. but he's still waiting and waiting and waiting. sayang, no promises ok.
still searching for the right one