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Tuesday, February 27, 2007

And so, after a stretch of 6 months she decides to take her leave. A leave which makes me going bonkers, feeling so absent and disheartened. I thought she will modify her thinkings to suit mine, or at least to near what I have in mind. It's really hard to put down all she gave, taught and said. The usual calls which come in the morning, afternoon evening and then night - how am I going to get used to getting none of her SMSes already, and on top of that her sweet calls. Worst, she's declared a disappearing from my life.




Her game account's pass was changed, returning everything that belongs to me; to me. A clear line was meted out - she don't fcuking want me in her life. I'm not blaming her, it's just the unbearable feeling which feels like my heart being plunged to the bottom. We had nothing wrong, we barely quarrel and even if we do we resolve it the next day. Simple and straightforward. But it's the standards of living we have creating all I went through an ironic juxtapose. I don't blame her. Sometimes I do bear the feeling of unworthiness when I dream us to be together. I hate to say this, but still, thank you for all you've done and gave and taught me. Take good care of yourself. And till then.




Allinall,ifthingsweremeanttobelikethiswhatforbuildingitupandcoatitwithgold.Idon'tblameyouIdon'thateyou,
Imissyou.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
[2:47 PM]