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    Living at two opposite ends

    Monday, April 6, 2009 @ 8:29 PM
    I told myself not to fall in love again(?)

    6 April 2008 - 6 March 2009
    H is now gone and would never come back. That was reality. I would never run my fingers through his hair again, never touch his face/or nose to irritate him,someone to spend with after school. Waste time under the void decks and will never be able to do malay compositions together. Never to have a small fights/arguments. Never to coax me and act like as if I really need him so that he won't go away, never to accompany me to the bus stop for hours anymore. Never to give me a peck on the nose before I go home and no more hugs when I really need one.
    Now all thats left is a bundle of memories. Sweet memories. Your appearance in school is getting more and more vague. Which is good. Cause everytime I see you, my heart beats very super fast. Swear.
    It's very heartbreaking that everything happens on the 6th. One thing for sure, I'll miss you. Are you still reading my blog?

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