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{ Dreamer }
Definition:

1. a person who dreams.

2. a person who lives in a world of fantasy; one who is impractical and unrealistic.

3. a person whose ideas or projects are considered audacious or highly speculative; visionary.
{ Marianne }

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
It was always you.

{ Past. }

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{ Saturday, March 8, 2008 }

Here to blog again. Feeling shitty as can be.
Its not that I wanna feel this way. It's the occasional dip into depression perhaps. I just cannot help but constantly wonder what you're doing at this very moment. Clubbing, watching tv, talking to whoever on the phone or even staying overnight at someone else's place. It's like one day I know everything you're doing. You're everyday schedule and the next day I'm cut out of your life. It's like I know nothing of your life anymore. And sometimes it really doesnt help that everything's connected to you in one way or another.
I admit, with every sms I get I wish it'll be you. You texting me whether goodnight or even better, to call you and talk. We used to talk every night. Till 4am or maybe even 5am and we never got tired because we had each other. It's gone now. It's a yearning I guess. Am obsession perhaps? I just miss you so badly sometimes. I dont get it. It just hurts badly I guess =/ It really sucks to feel this way. I'd admit I still love you. And it's killing me. It really is.


Can we get this back to how we used to be?

Because you made my days. Because it felt good. Because we were good together. Because you loved and I loved. Because we loved.

But now, because you no longer love. Because I still love.



{ fin }