Tuesday, September 21, 2010

wirda.



Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

I remember those simple things that happened although it's years ago or months ago... Reading each others' expression was forever our forte. I was forever your shadow, i was always there to share stories, i was always there to talk to you about guys guys and more guys, and you know me best. I am cheeky and there's nothing to hide. There was so much laughter back then. There was so much things to talk about.. Haiz and please tell me that things happened because of me. But i swear my dear, i never forget about you for even a second. I miss you so much. And of course the lad who wore pink.

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