then you came back home.
tired.
pissed.
and you let out a sigh.
looking at the pictures. you don't like the idea of our pictures around the house.
i forgot.
you prefer flowers in those frames.
~
what started as friends, should ended as friends, right? no? yes?
well whatever it is, i'm trying to believe in that.
cos if i were to still hold on to the promises that were being made, i will never move on.
Love hurts. real bad.
but it also make you know how pure and a beauty it is.
i'm moving on. but i'm missing you.
fran said...
"if passionate love is what one seek, it is harder to come by. But when it does it stays and you know you have all the faith in the world to know it is forever thou you never are certain bout tomorrow."
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