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Lost days, pictures fade.
Its really time to move on.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010

I won't dwindle in the past any more.

Because there's nothing anyone can do to bring back the past. Once its over, its over. Nothing else except memories. Nobody can take away my memories. Nobody can take away my happiness.

Thanks Kristie, for making me realise alot of things.
That its not worth it to live in pain, because then its not love. To love is to let go. And so I will. I don't want to be a burden to you. I don't want to be part of your worries. I'm not saying that I don't want to love you, its that I will move on because then I won't trouble you anymore. Still, she's right that I won't get anywhere in my current state now. There's still a long way to go for the rest of this year. Maybe there will be some other chance, but its definitely not anytime near.

Well this is kind of ripped, but well, at the end of today, all we have left is the start of tomorrow. Living in the past won't get me anywhere. Though its a beautiful lie, its impossible to lie to myself forever. I will try to move on, try to forget. I'm not really sure if I can make it, but at least its worth the try. Because as I'm trying, you are too. I just really hope I won't regret anything anymore. And I love you, as a friend.

The faster I run, the harder I'll fall.