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colours never lie

La Verite

♥Thursday, May 3, 2007


I graze my fingers along the cracks of my mistakes. How my method of loving you went wrong, and how it saddened me to realise it went wrong.

Sometimes when I think about it, I know you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.
I guess agitated people really sprout the worst and most irrational stuff, and that was what I did.
But when rationality and sense seeps through, I know for sure, you're the best that I'll ever have. And I'm glad I have you.
Because at the end of the day, I know you'll be the one to stand by me through all the odds, stick with me even if the world turns against me, take me out for a spin/food when I'm upset/hungry, and more importantly, love me even when no one does.
There have been instances where I wish I could jump off the building when I'm arguing with my mother, but the thought of leaving you brings me back. The thought of being seperated from you for good scares me. And I cry, not because I'm frustrated at the argument, but because my heart twinged so much that it hurt.
"There will always be a name that leads your life, one that your existence revolves around; one that follows suit with every breath you make."
Your name, is mine.



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