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Tuesday, April 20, 2010 ♥

@ 10:11 PM

What are memories?

Told me that we would spend our best memories together, made all the promises to me. Empty promises. Strong outside, sad inside. To the extent, I can't even type proper English now.

I came across this sentence, someone saying to another person he kept their memories in an album because he want to forever remember those memories, and continue to fill up that album. I thought of you. Our album, is only half filled.. and, you left me. I will never forget, 27 November 2007, you left me crying at my very own ice skating rink.

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19Nov'92
Republic Polytechnic

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