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Sunday, December 20, 200912:31 AM

sometimes. i do wonder. am i just someone to replace someone else whom you can never forget? am i just someone whom you only need in times of need? tell me. why is it so hard for you to just laid everything on the table? i do have feelings you know. you mean everything to me. ive close my doors for any other guys who wants to get to know me and ive open my doors to you even when i came out from a very bad relationship thinking that being with you might change things.


maybe i am rushing you. and if i do. i am deeply sorry. i would do anything to make things work again between us. if it will take years to open up your heart, i would do it. i'll wait till you asked me to leave. i do believe that behind it, i do believe that you feel the same way as i do. if you dont, you probably wont accompany me those nights, you probably wont hug me when i needed it, you probably wont be as worried as you were when i forget my keys and had to stay outside til my brother wakes up, you probably wont help me in terms of cash, you probably wont call me or text me everyday, you probably wont wait for me and send me home almost everyday. true?

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