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Siti :)!

Credits.


Monday, November 23, 2009 & 1:10 AM.
OK, feeling very shit nowz.

If my heart was a compass you'd be north
Risk it all cause I'll catch you if you fall
Wherever you go
If my heart was a house you'd be home

- Owl city.







: Yes.


" I think what I’m feeling isn’t right. Coz every time I text my love one, “have fun”, there’s a part of me saying “I hope I was the one who’s with you..” or some kinda “I hope I’m the one who’s making you happy” but I’m not the only person in my love’s world. Am I being selfish, yes. But the fact that my love’s having fun, i imagine those eyes, i hear that laugh behind my mind, i’m imagining the sweet grin…. and that erases my thoughts about me being selfish.. and it makes me wanna… smile "
: Sometimes i wish i am that sweet. Aaawww. ): But yet, so true. :)


Boy: I need someone to talk to.
Girl: I'm always here for you.
Boy: I know.
Girl: What's wrong?
Boy: I like her so much.
Girl: Talk to her.
Boy: I don't know. She won't ever like me.
Girl: Don't say that.. you're amazing.
Boy: I just want her to know how I feel.
Girl: Then tell her.
Boy: She won't like me.
Girl: How do you know that?
Boy: I can just tell her...
Girl: Well just tell her.
Boy: What should I say?
Girl: Tell her how much you like her.
Boy: I tell her daily.
Girl: What do you mean?
Boy: I'm always with her.. I love her.
Girl: I know how you feel. I have the same problem.. but he'll never like me.
Boy: Wait. Who do you like?
Girl: Oh, some boy.
Boy: Oh, she won't like me either.
Girl: She does.
Boy: How do you know?
Girl: Because who wouldn't like you?
Boy: You.
Girl: You're wrong. I love you.
Boy: I love you too.
Girl: So are you going to talk to her?
Boy: I just did.
: CUTE RIGHT!!!! :D

Credits.

I can't express the way i feel about you.
Because.
Everything about you and the way you make me feel,
the words are difficult to find.
I love you.


Byebye.