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Thursday, September 02, 2004


I just finish talking to remle, a friend whom i miss alot since he shifted to US. Told him what happen to me in the pass one to two years. Brought back memories, both painful and happy memories. Something that caught me eye as we were chatting, he mentioned about maybe he was broken when at that time we decided to split. Which might have cause him to become what he is now. Yes, sometimes i do think that i played a part it in. If i hasn't give in too much, the once almost perfect man would still earn his many respect today. No, i don't love him anymore, i am purely upset with my doings that has cause a almost perfect friendship to become like a those "that we do not speak of". Where was the friendship that i enjoyed the most once. I have been thinking maybe i would want to meet him up one of these days and talk to him. No, not to rekindled my feelings, well people might say, yes, he was one whom i really love with my whole life. I even formatted my life just to suit him. But not anymore. I only wanted to speak as a friend. No love to speak about doesn't mean that i have to lose a friend because of it. I still thank God that it happen, because i did really learn, and i save myself from a disaster. Cause i have been hurt, but yet i save myself in time to stop myself from experiencing eternal misery. Though my boyfriend now is a none christian, i knew he love me and i knew that i am the only woman that he dotes on. I thought to myself, maybe i should speak to him, probably it might help. I don't know, i am still comtemplating with the idea.

I am still praying and hoping that XR will one day finally give God a chance. I knew that it was God that gave XR to me. I knew it was God that send XR to me to be my angel to protect me and to dote on me. I knew it and everytime i thank God because i could tell it directly from XR's eyes. Eyes don't lie, whether a man loves you anot, is all in their eyes. I know everything will work out fine, one day.


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