2 months 2 days 20 hours.

It's been that long. And I'm still in love. It might be wrong. And maybe he's not in love anymore, with me. How pathetic is it that all I want is to be loved and to feel worthy of someone's attention and time. 

Merry Christmas.

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aajao said…
hello there! missing all my blogger friends from way back. :D
Happy new year to you, Sofi (tama ang name, no?)

- aajao / jon :)
5:02 PM, January 27, 2017
... beachfreak said…
Hey aajao! Nice to hear from you :)

Happy New Year! - better late than never :)
4:24 AM, February 18, 2017
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