I cried and said that it might be the last time I'm ever meeting you. What I was crying for was the lost of us... The frankness... The happiness... The freedom of speech that I felt when I was with you...
You once said I might be the one to teach you about love. Don't, don't ever learn. It's painful and torturous. A deep dark tunnel once in you can never get out from.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Monday, April 1, 2013
1 April 2013
Because I'm suffering... I need you. I want you. I realize you're a person I can't live without.
Goodnight, I love you
Goodnight, I love you
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