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delusion or truth ?
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
![]() Delusion or truth? I thought that well, maybe happiness was that simple. Having you by my side was sufficient. But i was wrong, veryverywrong. I needed love, care and sensitivity. But all we had was passive and passionate. I wished that I knew what was going on in the first place. If i knew, i wouldn't have trusted you so very much. But I did, i trusted you, so wholeheartedly. You kept asking if I would regret. No, i won't regret. I'm grateful. At least you gave us a chance, at least we'd understand more. But i don't want this to happen, I want to continue. Maybe it's cause of another person, maybe it's cause you really can't love me. Maybe, everything, it's always maybe. I shouldn't have gave myself so selflessly. I should have thought hard, I should have double-confirmations of my trust in you. Despite, I've given. Now I find it harder to trust guys again, but i don't want you to feel bad. It's me. Again and again, guys cheated me. & You're the first guy that i've trusted so much that i gave almost my all in this. I still trust you. - - Now, i want you to know that, I still trust you, I always will . I still love you, but I don't want you to feel bad. I will always be here for you, despite the memories. I'm here. For you, always. About this, i'll keep it. We don't have pictorial-memories. But what happened, will always stay etched, in my mind. the day we met, the day we started out, the first day we hung out together. how we started out, the awkwardness, the deafening silence. & the passionate and passive day at your place. I'll remember them, always. I promise. I love you.
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