It's still sad here, when something reminds me of what I've been through those long years.. It's just sad.. I thought it will be better now. But still, it cannot really be erased. Well, I guess not.
Sometimes I'm just afraid. There is no real love.
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hmm real love? does it matter whether it's real? :d
btw just want to share with you this story. i suppose you've read it a long time ago. anyway i read it again as well and it never cease to make me smile
http://www.dudung.net/artikel-bebas/cinta-dan-perkawinan-menurut-plato.html
:) Thanks, Jib.. it's really a good story..
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