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Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Approx 730am u went towards the departure gate.
u strolled. i keep my pace close. u looked behind & smiled at me. i smiled back. mic comforted me like he knew. i held back the tears. then u stood still...with open arms. i ran to u like a small baby girl. we hugged too close. too tight. i teared. u teared. how cud u, how cud me, how cud us? i had to let go coz its JUST a getaway for u to venice. just venice! "just a getaway...", i settled in that fact. u departed, waved at us & neva failed to lose sight. i cudnt bear to look at u. u text me that u'll be back. i know lah! must! . . . . but..... how will it be like when u be gone for good? tell me. |
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