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17.10.07

I do like sitting down alone with a book to read,
Amongst the pandemonium in class.
So there I was, constantly starting conversations and reading.
Today's book was : The Five People You Meet In Heaven.

She took his hands. "No, you didn't. I was right here. And you loved me anyway."
Lost love is still love, Eddie.
It takes a different form, that's all.
You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor.
But when those senses weaken, another heightens.
Memory.
Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it.
You hold it.
You dance with it."

And then I started fighting back tears while thinking of that certain someone.

This was Eddie and Marguerite's song:

You made me love you
I didn't want to do it
I didn't want to do it...
You made me love you
And all the time you knew it
And all the time you knew it...

Then I cried while smirking at how pathetic I was.

Had worship practice at David Bala's.
Shared a cab with Lawrence and John.
Very crazy people.
I'm scared of Lawrence.
Oooonclee.
haha.

i still love you more than you'll ever know.