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Thursday, March 24, 2011 Thursday, March 24, 2011
memories.

From time to time I miss that person who used to be my best friend.
I still cant figure out what actually happened but its such a pity.
My whole chunk of teenage days was spent with her.
How we used to change our clothes once we exit the house.
How we used to wear the same clothes went we go out.
How you used to love pink so much and i used to love green so much.
Once in a while I would smile to myself thinking about you.
Its like breaking up with a boyfriend that you love so much.
We didnt even say our last goodbye and you didnt even get to see me wearing the boots you got me as a birthday present.
Now that Im so far away there not even a chance for us to bump into one another on the streets.
Nur Syazwani Rauzan' I miss you..I really do.