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Sunday, January 10, 2010
sincerely yours, aynakaijin

i asked a friend,
what makes you convinced that you loved him.

she answered,
i can imagine my life with him.

truth is my love,
i can never imagine my life with you.

i never did dream of you,us.
either did i ever dream of us being together.

i tried,
but the results hurts.

i can only see myself being miserable.

and a other friend said,
if you can never accept that person.
how will that person accept you.

take a look at me and you.

i accepted you,
the reason why you accepted me as your best friend.

just like you accepted me.
you still love me even when you knew i'm a bad girlfriend.

by nature you're not bad.
you just walked the wrong path.
that's all.

a friend told me,
she received a bouquet of whites roses.

well,
i remembered on our anniversary,
you send a a bouquet of red roses plus a teddy bear.

when i got home,
they were lying on my bed.

oh dear,
i remember clearly how you asked me to be only yours.

i was wrong.
i wanted a perfect boyfriend.
but you,
you my dear,
are perfect the way you are.

you don't give a shit on what people think or say.

you still love me.

i miss you truly.
i love you muhd sufyan.

you make me the luckiest girl ever.
i love you =)