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Things happen for a reason just like feelings, except they develop. It is hard to explain when someone asked what is it that I see in him that he doesn't.
I cant explain the feelings I have for him. I just can't seems to find the right words. But it is better not thinking about it and stressing over it as I won't want that few years weeks or months down the road it may hurt. It is still too early to say what may happen anyway. But no matter, I'll wait for you.
Baby!!! Where the heck are you??! I need you badly. I miss you badly. You should have brought me along to your little trip. Thank you soooo much for being there for me. I know I can count on you to tell me the things I need to hear. Lets find a day to hang out. Just us girls, aight?
To Ogy. Had fun working with you! Let's work together more often.


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