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♥ a peek in xuan's life ♥
Sunday, October 15, 2006

i used to keep saying sorry while he will say 'thank you's
now i choose to say 'thank you' instead. saying sorry is too sad...

thank you for telling me so many things.. it will always be in my memory.
and no, i remember everything.. did not bury it deep in my heart..
everything..
how you used to send me back even though you're so tired
how you used to send me home with a promised '933-tuned speedy and comfy ride' home
how i used to scream at you for putting your hand outside the car
how i used to scream at you to slow down
how you used to send me back home and wave me goodbye from downstairs
how we chatted every night and i will wake up with a sms on my phone
how you used to call me just for a short while even though you're busy
how you used to be so excited when i called you when you're with your friends
how we used to go out and you will hold my hand in the car
how you used to manage to sneak in kisses in between the ride home
how everything felt so right and i was so in love...

thank you for giving my closure..
for getting angry at me and telling me i'm not statistics..
for telling me you missed me, and you miss me
for telling me you loved me, and you love me..

i thought i was ok, thought i got over it..
but i cried, again..

i promise you. i will move on, and i will forget you soon.
i will be ok.
and i will work hard to fulfil my promise to you. i will do well this sem.

i missed you... and i miss you..
wishing i can be beside you to throw everything away..
and that you will be ok too..
take care~

[x]uan @ 01:33

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