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Thursday, February 15, 2007
she wished...
She did not know what his problem is but she knows that she loses it all when she can’t get him on his phone most of the time.
She does or says things that make him think she does not trust him nor she has no trust at all but deep inside, she trusts him more than anything else in this world.
She regretted the things she said and decided that she would change for the better at least for her little love one.
She realized that it is best to remain silent than to say things that hurt the one she loves.
She knows only one thing: she loves him a lot.
She wished things were as beautiful as how it was on 14 Feb 2001.
She wished he would see things in her perspective and understand why she had to behave in the way she behaved.
Lastly she wished he can forgive her for her shortcomings.
5:04 PM
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