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Aug 20 2009

I love you. I miss you.

(via alotlikelove)

I love you too.

Thank you, you made me smile and I had this nice feeling of joy in me when I saw that. I wish I was in your arms hugging you. Everything’s so suppressed and constipated but I feel a bit more free being able to write in this blog, and talk to you.

I’m sorry for making you confused. I was confused. We were confused, we are confused. Sigh. I just love you, just that simply and it’s sad we just had to go through all that. But good things come after bad times, right? And I think we needed that to learn too. I mean, it’s not like we meant to hurt each other. It’s so evil and mean of us when I think back about it but… I don’t think we knew it then, knew what to do or how to react.

Just wanna let you know.
There is no one new and there will be no one new.
I don’t want there to ever be.
Even if I can’t ever be with you. I’d rather just be alone.
I promised that to myself when I first started out.
What we have/had means a lot to me. It means a lot to me to stay true to one person.
I can’t see myself with anyone else. I just can’t.

I don’t know why we can’t be together. You said that once right, that we can’t be together even if we could.
But I don’t think that should stop us from acknowledging each other in real life or from being friends again.

Would it be very weird, to be friends again? Maybe, but it’s worth getting used to. Cause I’ll be your friend who loves you very much and would be happy for you when you find your girl and get married.
Ok, I think too far. No, really, I would be the friend who loves you and you could “hurt” me but I won’t get “hurt” because I love you very much.
Wonder if that made sense to you.

I just want you back in my real life badly.

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