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Saturday, January 8, 2011
Memories..
Random snatches of memories drifted into my head today.

The first time we went shopping together, at Boulevard. We laughed about the clothes that made you look ah beng. We found a shirt that said "Ee" and you almost bought it. "Ee" is part of your Chinese name.

The stolen kisses every time Felix turned his head. I remember once he turned to write "polypropene" and I was too chicken and you were like "Noob. Polypropene so long."

The time you bought me my black hairband because I was growing my hair out and I didn't have any hairbands for school. You gave it to me under the bridge.

Every time I see you, the first thing I'd do is smell your sleeve and comment on your particular smell today.

In my head, I relate everything to you. I remember the first episode of Grey's Anatomy Season 6. Then, shit, when I watched that, I WAS HAPPY. I remember my trip to Melaka, and I think, I HAVEN'T GOT WITH HIM YET.

I am not going to lie, I am not going to pretend. If my friends ask me, if some hot guy asked me, I'd say yes, I am still in love with him. I'm not going to cheat anyone or try to be with another guy to fill this emptiness.

I miss you, so so much. Why, why can't I be happy anymore.

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