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Lost days, pictures fade.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
















Thanks for all the memories again.


I really appreciate what you have done for me.


The care that you shown me.


The love that you make me feel.


The presents you gave.


Your effort is really not thrown into the bin.


The tears you shed for me.


The hugs to make me feel that i'm yours.




And now ,








you became a part of memory of mine which i have never thought of it before.



still remember when you're sec 1, we used to text each other,



meeting each other in the morning with my semiconscious mode.



you used to tease me, saying things like as if you wanna get the whack from me.



and then, you're smart. you ran away before i could even lay my hand on your back.



i chased. until i run out of breath. you stopped too. (:



remember ?



every freaking morning,



you'll sit at the stone tiles there just opposite training room.



when i'm walking along the hump towards the lower secondary block,



i will turn and smile at you, you did it too.



wonderful.



we even play the freaking $1 game for a long long period.



because you treat me with an ice cream.



the chocolate chip that you bought!



i still have some here.



sec 3, we lost in contact.



sec 4, we got back to the past. you're there for me this time.



we got together, happily.



till that day, everything just changed and it cost me a few tanks of tears.



we did not chat anymore, never contact.



awkward when i sees him , dont know what's the next step to do.



say hi ? ignore ? walk away ? wave ? smile like last time ?



what if i do any one of these and he just walk away? stare for a few seconds and go ?



i don't know how he feel.


i dont know how he will react.


I really still got feelings for you.



Please come back.