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the brotherhood
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Dust was settling and memories were fading, but everything that shows how two hearts intertwine and care for each other never fail to trigger the emotions again. I look back at what was, and I remember the times we shared and the time my heart was shattered. I don't blame you for it, because it was my fault for being such an annoying kid. I can't help but feel jealous of others, knowing that I once had something this special but I just let it slip by. Thank you for supporting me, still throughout this soon to be one year. I tried my best, I really did. I'm sorry for having wasted your time. 31/5/08. Saturday. 5.30pm to 6.30pm. When I"m with you by Faber Drive. The details are still etched into the corner of my mind. I can't change it.