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.Sunday, January 27, 2008 ' 10:14 AM
Heart felts.

Not much people's coming to my blog so i don't mind typing this down. I actually cried trice today, for her. Once at the shop, i just couldn't control those tear so i let it roll. The 2nd time was at the bus stop, i was listening to my mp3 and "Why don't you kiss her" was playing again. I sob. The last time, was the most hurtful one i guess, i didn't expect myself to really cry it out loud. I hope someone out there can testify with me the agony and aching. It really hurts, really really hurts.

It has been a long time ago since i last did it. Buying chocolates and meet her in the middle of the night just to pass it to her and stuff. But i actually did it again just yesterday. All i wanted to do was meet her and pass her the chocolates and that is all. But she didn't even give me that chance to say anything. End up i stayed over at faynat's house and we ate the chocolate. It's very lame i know, but hello, i feel the pain eating them alright. It meant to be hers, yet i have to eat them cos i know i won't get a chance seeing her anytime soon.

Are you hurting me or am i hurting myself?







Her.

Nicole Christine Au
Eleven December 1987
Hongkonger


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