Saturday Night as usual, I have to pass this, just like ordinary night. As easy as knocking door however it open some memory. The memory when I was touched, when I was falling hard in love but you just laugh there though that was a joke. It was hurt.
Some memory vanish by the time, and the other memory that left behind start making story. Story which keep secretly and safe in heart not by mind. It was mean.
I unable to speak, even reveal lively, I just can whisper and write secretly like a fool. What the... arghh. It was fine romance but it left me so undone...
Damn!
From the beginning of time, and the end... it was happy anding no even I don't it already finish or not. Oh dear, read more: http://saskiawidi.tumblr.com/post/30656532991/both-of-us
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