At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Don't regret when i'm gone,
Wednesday, October 28
Last blogged @ 8:08 PM

this marks the ending of October.
It has been a year both of us went separate
ways. Everything that happened before
and after we broke up still fresh in my mind.

Those laughter moments, those stupid jokes
we made, the moment you sent me home,
the way you cuddle me, the kiss on my forehead,
I may still feel it but it may fade away soon.
very soon.

However, the feeling towards you still needs
a longer time.

I may have contact numbers of guys, but
they're just different than you.

You, one in a million.

I miss you much.
It has been awhile since I heard your voice,
feel your touch. It doesn't matter that much,
all I need is to know that you're doing fine
with your Os.

for now, all I can say is just,
GoodLuck to you.

You may not read this, even if you do,
you may not care whatever I said but it is
really from the bottom of my heart.

you takecare alright.
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