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Thursday, April 24, 2008
the way we put it.
the few songs we enjoyed listening together. and i remb so clearly; me singing my hearts out made u smile charmingly. yest nite was an emotional evening. in the dark. alone in my room. rite aft ur late call. i could almost memorise the lyrics of insatiable. come along nina simone's I put a spell on you. how we become like this? distance is painstakingly tormenting, u said. and when i cant ans to that, was not becoz i had to say something. must i? silence is the acknowledgement of my acceptance. dear, listen to urself very closely. keep listening to what u've said in our much earlier conversations. see, saying out the 3 words, "i love you" do not substantiate our stand. coz i dun believe in that. i despise man who mere sayg that. i rather have it in actions, honey. sacrifices doesnt have to come that hard. its our choice really. |
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