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Lost days, pictures fade.
Love me , not.
Thursday, August 13, 2009


It doesnt matter any more.


They said that the most beautiful part of love was the imperfections about it. I loved you the way you were. The small things which never mattered to you just matter to me. You just let it slip through your hands. Im glad of what has happened but in some ways i really blame myself for not doing what i would have done. I love you and i still miss you. I still miss our past times but all i can do now is care from afar. Just a month and a half together, its like we've been together for quite some time. The times where i am alone sitting down, i tend to think about the things we did together. Some how i would relate it to you and your current chic. It pricks my heart. I just have one big huge regret that i did not document any of our past together. Its really sad. The sound of you singing to me those nights will never be forgotten but its time to forget you. I know for a fact im over this sheet but i still some how m affected by you. I still wanna care at least just from far far away. Allow me. 

I still thank god as i always did from the beginning... Thank him for bringing us together and allowing me to know you better as an individual. Although, people out there dont seem to agree about what i think about you, i'd still think of you the same way i did. I love you and ill still love you (;

I just hope you live a happy life.