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I can't help but wait.
Monday, April 13, 2009
I hate myself for feeling upset with how things are with us. You know, I do understand that they have to come first because it just goes that way - no matter what. I know you have to be there no matter how special that day is for us. But as much as I try to forget this, I can't help but feeling this way.

It's just that, you didn't give me assurance; assurance that I'll come next. I don't even know when exactly I'll see you. And that's what's probably making me feel this way, 'cause I don't really have something to look forward to.

I'm not angry. I don't have the right to. But maybe, all I need is a day. Give me something to look forward to. Or even celebrate the 16th with me, or even after that. But please, just a day, I need a day with you.

I miss you =c


{/Monday, April 13, 2009}
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