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Tuesday, August 15, 2006
memoirs
"had flashes of those times we spent over splendid dinners, wholesome moments of joy, laughters, showered me with the most meaningful gifts, countless beautiful sharings, and endless plannings of what lies ahead... many times over u witnessed & endured my childish temper or the undeniably inexcusable witchy behavior... many times i was told like a lil child to either be sensitive or insensitive at the appropriate circumstances... i was many times confused at ur righteousness but choose to stay coz of the many reasons i treasured. i remembered spat thousands of harsh words and was then excused... i hate the sight of relentless moments kept me in cold and left me questioned, but i love the sight of unkempt, shabbiness look and scent of the most sexiest smell that exude warmth. had me, again and forgiven all over like at the inception, to want you, just by that possessed bloody charm and total silence...
because i learn to feel the true meaning of love, experience of it was inevitable, then again had left me thinking til today....i realised to love is much more.
i missed u. "
xoxo