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Sunday, May 29, 2005 she said she has no time for this r/s. she wants to walk diff ways from me from now on. sigh. after all that we've been through.. she wants to let go? i may not mean anything to you. but have you put urself in my shoes and tried to understand me? if you love me, not even time can stop your love for me. im left with only one route i can take. that is to let you go. it's painful taking this route but i have to. i dun have a choice. it's easy to like someone but it's not easy to love a person. i dun blame you cos i would rather be the one getting hurt than seeing you getting hurt. maybe it's sth that i've done wrong. i shldnt be selfish. maybe i shld really just let you go so you can find someone a million times better than me. i wrote you quite a few leters but i guess i'll never have the chance to pass to you ever again. im so tired. who's gonna catch me when i fall? anyway, i would like to thank you for all you've done for me. thanks for giving me the chance to get to know you better.
[life is short. it takes a minute to find a special person. an hour to appreciate them. a dae to love them. but an entire lifetime to forget them.]
