Friday, June 11, 2010

Dejavu.


"When we get married and have kids, I'll tell them stories about how I met my one and only beautiful girlfriend whom I love so much and she's my only one. I'll brag about how it is true love and how we met. Hawt, sexy gorgeous mother they'd have *giggle".

"When we're 75 and old and wrinkly, I'll love you just as much, baby".

"I used to look inside the classroom, just to get a glance at you".

"I remember you borrowing a literature book from me, and I was struck with shyness."




Hmm, how come I've seen and heard those before ringing melodiously in my ears when I slept beside you?

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