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Every time I write something about you, I’ve always wondered what you’d think and feel if you knew.

Last night, I was on the verge of sending you my blog’s URL without telling you that it’s mine. Would you realize it was made solely for you?

Would you recognize the small talks we shared? There’s a chance, yes, but I bet, you won’t remember it the way I did. Every moments we shared together, just the two of us or with a couple of others, I have it memorized so I could replay it on my mind over and over again. That’s not enough, though. I have to write it here and tagged your name because I am hoping I can show it to you someday.

This blog.


I remember the guy from that rainy day.
Waiting patiently for the girl he truly loves.
Hoping to be with her for the last time.

Today I'm standing on the same cold spot.
I've been here for hours, but it doesn't matter---
It is maybe easier for my heart to continue waiting like this,
than to accept the fact that he'll never show up... forever.

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