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Thursday, January 22, 2009 12:27 AM

like a child..

remember when you were like a child ? life was simple, the world was your playground and love was pure. you trusted people, you enjoy the simple things in life, you were happy. but as you grew up, you were hurt, betrayed and heart broken. you lost faith in the simple thinking.

love can transform a man into a child. love can make him believe, make him trust make him enjoy simple things. there is no way to happiness but the way of happiness :) today was a great day you gave me. so special through simple ways :) i love you so very much.

let us wish for the next few years to pass
then we can really be together :)

hold me now at 12:27 AM
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