he's not perfect. i know it from the first time i knew him. but that's all. it's happened just like what it should. not as our request. me, him, we felt in love. since when, we never knew. untill what time, we never know. together. we laugh and hurt one another. we're separate, we cry and miss one another. hard? not...it's as easy as we first meet. we laugh, we in love. we hurt, we broken up.
so can i say that i still love him? off course i can. i don't need his permission to say that i love him, i heart him, and i hate him as much as i love. i cry, on my each pray. i cry, on my each night. i cry, everytime i remembered anything about him. i cry, because he still never here.
how perfect i remember it in my whole night. photos. songs. jacket. messages. i drowned. on memories. ah, i still love of being drowned like this. just let me. don't bring me up. just let me hold him, for a second, in my imagination. i'm gonna burried my self alive if i could. that's the first time we laugh together. yeah, we singing burried my self alive on twitter. don't you remember it, dear? can i call you my dear?
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i found it on my draft files. and yeah....it's for you, someone that ever be precious, few times ago. it's funny to read it. but that's all. a part of my old story, which has been replaced now