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Sunday, November 18, 2007

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have you ever;

- went back to the place where it all started
- eat the food that the she likes when you miss her
- visit the places/shops she goes/likes to frequent
- wondered what the she was doing at that present moment
- looked through (the many) pictures of you and her
- thought about the sweet nothings shewhispered into your ear
- wondered if you're asking for too much
- wondered what you're doing now is actually enough

i can go on, but i rather not.

in truth, i did everything mentioned above and a couple more. It is particularly difficult when you seem to ask for more, but she's already doing all she can.

memories of your devotion,
sigh, i miss you...

Labels: lets pause at our favourite parts

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the boy

ahmad kamil
scorpio
tennis
football (Liverpool FC)
floorball

friends yo!

alicer
charlene
danial
eleanor
farah tan
farhan
gerri
hafizah
jasmi
karmun
leander
nab
raidah
sham
sheryl

tag