Sunday, April 30, 2006
On a saturday, 7 pm, i was sitting on a bench. I looked up at the already darkened sky and looked at the person beside me. I thought deeply. There are 4 million people in S'pore and counting. I must say, how we met was one of the most miraculous things that happened to me. Whenever i looked at her smile, i would smile to myself. I will be happy as long as she is. What have i done to deserve u. I am just so lucky to have found someone i could call my own. ( lyrics adapted from somewhere...) I am currently drained of energy, with scars of a losen battle. A huge scar races across my chest, evidence of harvesting has occurred. But bruises are just bruises. They heal. So its ok i dun blame u. Dun take it to heart too.
white.
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