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Monday, April 14, 2008
Today marks a special date,
it's none other than, A 2nd Month with My Boy.
Needless to say, I love you.
How unlucky could I be today! The new dress I bought, and I wore it for the first time today. It was my favourite dress you know! The stripe came out when I over-exerted too much strength while bending, and I had to tie it across with the other. =/
The Boy's laughing at me non-stop, for this matter. -HATE CHA BABYYYY-
:P
Remember how you used to woo me.
Remember how you tried to hold my hand for the first time.
Remember the first peck you gave on my face.
Remember the place we first met, little things we've done, countless hours we've spent together.
Remember the love's stronger each time after every quarrel.
My Message: Though we ain't as close as before these past few days and there's quarrels between us over small conflicts at times, but I hoped for this love to last. We both knew each other too well, we couldn't bear to let go. Baby, I want you to know Obstacles are for us to cross on, not pause and give up. I love you, My Baby.
