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"From now on, everyday will be the most important day." Hi! The name is Angela. Born on 10191988; existing (and living) for 21 years (and counting). Only daughter. Graduate of UST BSCS '09. Currently working (and wasting my once productive life) in night shift to sustain her luxurious life. Plans to mature on February 2010. Addicted to Web. A licensed driver. In a relationship since 122108. Loves my circle of friends. Loves sweets. Sentimental. Slim, long-legged with fair complexion. Wants to edit her life. So help me God.

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9.21.2007
Broken, Once Again
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i love the scent of his perfume.
i love the way he hugged me.
i love the way he kissed me.
i love the way he said he loves me.
i love the way he pinched my cheeks and nose.
i love the way he sang songs for me.
i love the way he played his guitar.
i love the way he talked to me.
i love the way he told stories about what had happened to him all day.
i love the way we were.

...but i guess, i'll just have to love those memories because it's never gonna happen again... :(

i'm missing him. maybe, i'll be missing him more. uhm, am i being too arrogant if i would expect he's missing me, too?

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