Monday, July 21, 2008,
If music be the food of love, play on.
No one seems to realise his presence. He stood there for a moment, enjoying the morning breeze; never had he smelled so fresh, the chirping of birds, so melodic and the laughter of the children, forever so innocent.
He smiled inside, she never fails to appear in his mind. In fact, never has he had anyone making him feel this way. He always wants to tell her how much she means to him, but expressing himself is never his cup of tea. Whenever he sees her to her doorstep, his mind just goes into blank; his lips stick so close to each other as if they were glued. She was oblivious, he had so much to tell her. Wear his heart upon his sleeve, he never know how.
All he does was text messages her when he got home, perhaps that was the only thing that kept them close to each other, now, the only way he keeps contact with her is by the memories he had.
12:37 AM
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2 Comments:
first to leave comment, happy not? si emo. roar!
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Wednesday, July 23, 2008
alright.. i appreciate it!
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Friday, July 25, 2008