Category: Romance thing
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Sorry Seems The Hardest Word
After a month, I mustered up the courage to start writing again. This tendency is quite characteristic of me. Part of the reason was that you were on my mind, along with the memories we shared. Frequently, women have a tendency to overcomplicate matters, whereas men often present things in a straightforward manner, allowing us…
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Another Fight with You
I don´t expect my love affairs to last for long Never fool myself that my dreams will come true Being used to trouble I anticipate it But all the same I hate it, wouldn´t you? So what happens now? Time and time again I´ve said that I don´t care That I´m immune to gloom, that…
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Xs and Os
View image | gettyimages.com …. Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting, for the next x or o. (taken from Lang Leav)
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Sad
Bergetar jantung ini ketika kupandang satu per satu Kembali kupanggil semua memori Setiap cerita, setiap jawaban, setiap karena dari pertanyaan Sayangnya, semua berujung pada tanya tanya Kupeluk semua kenangan manis yang kualami Seakan-akan takut bahwa kenangan itu akan terkikis dan hilang Kupeluk semua senyum tawa yang tercipta Seakan-akan senyum dan tawa itu akan hilang dalam…
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Her and the Moon
*sigh*…. You know the urge to write something really can came from anywhere. For me, mostly came when I had a broken hearted *yeah, i know*, or something annoying or funny. And maybe and rarely came from PMS period. But this time, it just occurred when I was on my way back home in motorcycle.…
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After The Love Has Gone…
I heard that one of my dearest person have trouble in her marriage. What I heard was that her husband got someone new. She is working with him at the office and maybe they’re partner because what I heard they’re often done the business trip together. Bottom line is this woman is very possible become…
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Numb…
Finally, I said it. Out loud. The funny thing is, after all the talks, all the heart-to-heart talk, I don’t feel sad. Enough crying, enough all the worry, enough all the hurt feelings, enough to feel insecure, enough trying. Enough of all the tears. What’s left of me is numb, empty. Feeling like there is…