Friday, April 8, 2011

You're beautiful, every little piece, love.

I wake up with a jerk every time. It's the same. Always the same. But what haunts me isn't a dream. It's a memory. Beautiful. Smart. Rich. I always wondered why. I know I won't get an answer. But, in all honesty...I know it wasn't me. It was never me. So I'm OK.


Today, I got to go back to RPS with Adibah and Syud and Fatin. Then, I accidentally not on purpose met Mai at the pasar malam.

And now I'm chatting with Fatim (MRSM Taiping).

Yes. Things do get better.

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