Sitting And Wondering If You Ever Know How Much Of You Is Part Of Me

it made me smile. i don't know why. but it did.
i was too young. just 19.
and i'm talking crap shit about true love?

am i?

i don't know la actually.

no one is gonna know what the future brings. no one. but what i know is that my true love came when i was 18. it was gone before i turn 20.

and what the fuck? you don't even know the meaning of true love, shitass!

maybe i don't.
but i believe that true love are about the actions and sacrifice. not the words or tongue.

"how sure are you that that person is the one?"

well, in every relationship you're in.. you always think that "yes, he/she's the one!". but have you ever think deeper on giving that person the within-a-heart-beat-answer to that very golden question "will you marry me?"

will you marry me?
within a heartbeat, baby.

yes. that's true love dudes...

and i'm happy that you're happy. i am. from this broken and wasted heart of mine.

if your true love is gone is that the end of it?
fuck you. even though it's proven that people die of heart break, it's not the end of life.

cos other loves will come.
just like the true love of jack and rose. jack died. rose move on and got married to another guy. but hey, true love stitch to the heart man...
sweet ain't it?

all i want is us to be friends. being the friends we used to be. you, me and the Ss.
i don't mind getting my heart broken actually cos from the beginning it's in pieces
but losing friends...god, they all that i have.

the late night chats. the tv shows critics. the illegal songs sending. the secret group gathering. the movies we throw popcorns. the ghost stories we laugh. the dance steps we screwed. the acting quarreled we play. the jokes we got hurt. the pretty pictures we delete. the videos we have history
the tears we had. the laughters that i miss.

friends again. or am i asking to much?