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Hie, Im Tash. I've wasted my youth and I'm fixing it back slowly. And I don't regret what I am today. Because I don't copy and act like an exact replica of my friends. I have a life and I'm living it. I don't make friends and in the next two hours call you baby. Many of my 'Baby's have been through my ups and downs for at least 2 years. I don't give in to people w little or no originality. Fuck off.




lovex


I love you, Baby. Nothing can part us. Don't get me started on when you look me in the eyes. You were more than everything I expected. I expected selfish and uncanning, you showed me that men too are beautiful. I expected rude and self-centered, you taught me to love others as well. I expected you to expect perfection, you guided me while I learnt from my mistakes. You're everything that I really needed and you've been there for me through it all. I can't make it on my own, Love. I'm gna tll you I love you in the best way that I can. I promise to make every second count, I promise you, Love.



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Smth soon.



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Same goes.



listen to love.
designer: unconsciously,
guidance: darkdegree




Wednesday, November 5, 2008
/ 6:49 PM

Baby, I'm in love with you. This ain't the honeymoon. I've passed the infatuation phase. Right in the thick of love, sometimes we get sick of love. It seems like we argue everyday, hm? I know I misbehave and you made yr mistakes, but we both still have room left to grow. And though love sometimes hurts; I still put you first. And we'll make this thing work. We're just ordinary people, We don't know which way to go. This isn't a movie, no. No fairy tale conclusion ya'll. It gets more confusing everyday. Sometimes it's heaven sent; Then we head back to hell again. But we kiss then we make up on the way. I hang up, you call. We rise and we fall. And we feel like just walking away. And as our love advances, we take second chances. Though it's not a fantasy, I still want you to stay. Take it slow. Maybe we'll live and learn; Maybe we'll crash and burn. Maybe you'll stay, maybe you'll leave, maybe you'll return. Maybe another fight; Maybe we won't survive. But definitely maybe we'll grow. Baby, you have to understand that it's your love that my heart beats for. I'm sorry if I've been cranky recently. I just can't accept that you'll be leaving me for 2 years and only getting to see you on weekends. I know I'll have to give and take a little. So I'll be waiting for you till after 2 years in which I get to see you again. Understand this, I want to grow old w you. I want to count your wrinkles and tease about how you'd be greying faster than I am. I love you, Nurilham. I want only the best for us.

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