At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Don't regret when i'm gone,
Sunday, October 19
Last blogged @ 1:06 PM

Nizam, its him.

its him, I choose.
dedey not in my life anymore.
He doesnt really look like he really wants me.

Nizam, he always there to message me
and makes me laugh.

I don't care if anybody out there wants
to get jealous. I don't give a damn.
I realised that, I love him,
I need him. I really do.

*hearts.*
A stranger you were once.
Then, with a gentle look you took my hand.
You lit my life and I held both your hands.
Now that decades have passed,
ours souls have indeed become one.
How fortunate we are
that we have found the love so true
that everyone dreams about.




Its you.
Ily,