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Tuesday, April 17, 2012 12:50 PM
Flying away.

Worse part of falling sick is you miss your loved ones the most! And they are all flying.=[ but please know wherever you are, you guys have a spot in my little heart!!


Friday, April 13, 2012 10:40 AM
Nostalgia

Managed to fly with my ptbf delvin, like a finally. To paris this time. Had a good time despite the wind, rain and walking.
This trip made me realized why hes my ptbf. Ever cool headed, ever high tolerant of everything. And most of all ever letting me depend on him.
We all changes, yet when we asked ourselves the reason why, no one has an exact idea how or why it changed. Its just like back in those days when we were in paris.


Friday, April 6, 2012 2:47 AM
Time and distance.

So close yet so far, it's tearing me apart.
Haven seen sweets in a long while. Every mth theres too many days i don't see him and its getting to me. Sometimes the thing with distance is you don't know whether the person will miss or forget you. Outta sight, outta mind?
Looking at our photos and telling myself nothings changed.


*[[lenice]]*


i’m just who I am, who I suppose to be.
bold italic underline strike
it's so over.


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