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♡ There's always Infatuation in me when there's you
Thursday, June 5, 2008, 2:37 PM
The aurora atmosphere had chilled me to think of you. Even during the sunrise, my chivalrous had simmered myself down. The course is that you could talk to me in deep silence. The 2 years had not meant anything but speechlessness. What is God trying to attest to us? Till right now, I wouldn't defies to confess. Maybe you make me feel so untrue to myself, making me have the thought that you never existed on the earth surface. You are trapped in my heart and too bad I have lost the key to freed you to where you belong. In rationale, I knew where I have lost the holding key, but I pretend not to declared its whereabouts. Selfish aren't I? But there's always infatuation in me when there's you........
P.S I wis you were around. Waiting for my existence when unknowingly I was the one who waited for you. For heaven sake, how long will this pesonal silence be dreading. Only if you know me well enough to...