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29 December 2005

i miss a little boy
a boy of my dreams.
a boy whose hands are always so warm.
whose hugs are always so tight.
whose smiles brighten up my day.
someone whom i can always seek comfort in.
i miss this boy,
this pretty boy.

reliving the past was very very fun and sweet, i couldn't help but start crying.

there was everything from catching a show, to shopping together, to eating, to pinching on crackers, to feeding each other, to sleeping next to each other, till the time we had to leave each other. it felt like a compressed memory of three years.

in the morning, i felt like asking something which i decided not to afterall. i wonder what's goin to happen when another girl comes into the picture.

i felt warm and fuzzy in your arms last night. thank you sweetheart. how can i not miss you?

i love you. i just do. it's gonna take long before i forget a relationship like ours.

1:32 PM


wendy
twenteen
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when the tough gets going
just keep walking