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Monday, April 2, 2012 Good Old Times. Nothing seems to be going the way i planned. Everything is so coincidental. I miss the old us. I really do. Neither of us know why things turned out like this. We just don't talk as much as we used to. We don't do everything together like how we used to. I don't want history to be repeated. I won't want to lose someone closest to me again. I don't want to lose someone who understands me best. If I could rewind the time, I would cherish the time when we were closer. But i know saying all these won't make things any better. Like what people say, "people only cherish things after they lost it." I'm a perfect living example. I guess the only thing i can do now is to try my best to salvage this friendship. I will do anything I can. I promise. |