And every time I look at you, it's like the first time.

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What is love? Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing, and is your voice caught within your chest? -it isn’t love, it’s like. You can’t keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right? -it isn’t love, its lust. Are you proud, and eager to show them off? -it isn’t love, it’s pride. Do you want them because you know they’re there? -it isn’t love ( Read more... )

The hardest thing to do is training the heart to stop skipping a beat.

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I'm constantly reminded by your love for me.

The feeling is way to strong for me to handle, everything I do I'm reminded by you, I close my eyes I see you, I stop think about something but you automatically enter my mind.

I miss you so much now and it sucks because I can't say or do anything about it.

Just want to start all over again with you.

These memories have become a permanent resident in my heart.

I really got nothing to type in this space for now.

Even though sometimes my day goes well with friends, like the recent chalet at changi (jason's birthday).

At the end of the day, at the hour, I sit here alone in my room thinking about you, that's what been going on all the time ever since things turned rocky.

I really really miss you.

Goodbye