oh my Lord, i dreamed of him!
after a quite long while, i feel so grateful when i wake up. God.
it doesn’t mean tat i’m not grateful for God Bless lho yaaa… hehe well u know, in anotha context.
in tat quick flash, in one fragment, i saw him stand up there…. wore black-red checkered doubled wif black shirt … and black skinny. it was gorgeous, it was so him. aaw :(
hell yea, wat i used to say to everybody is a big lie. i do miss him. i wanna scream and write with a bold big letters, but tat wud be too much. i miss him, period.
so when i’m gonna step up? when i’m finally walk out? everybody moves on. of course i will someday. but i’m afraid, there’s a big part.. big hole.. tat always left there… tat maybe will remembered as somethin hang and never let go from highschool… tat maybe will never be the same… tat never be filled up forever and ever. i hate to be so dramatic, but it is.
tat’s love. and i feel thankful for ever feel this, for the strong prove to myself tat love does exist. phew.
okay tats enuf for now. tx for readin, again.
best regards,
-vel-
for him outta there, may God Be wif u and keep everythin okay for u….for me
Gibran’s – On Love
Then said Almitra, speak to us of love
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…Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night
To be wounded by your own understanding of love; and to bleed willingly and joyfully…
To wake at dawn with winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving…
To rest at noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy…
To return home at eventide with gratitude…
…And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips