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let's see, how unlucky we are then.

I'll make sure

"someday, if I have got someone, I will make it sure that I love her so much and my feeling to you will not as same as now. and if she doesn't like that we are too close, of course I will choose her."

"so do I. at any rate, we will make them understand. they must be understand."

now the problem is you.

if I'm not afraid

I keep sayin' this every time I got in love. "Being in love is sign that you will be so miserable". So this is the third time I'm saying this.

Sorry to say but, honestly, I am still afraid.

And what you should keep is, if I am not afraid, I'm not in love.

make it back

I had a.. paranoia maybe. about a memory. I judge every moment that be related with love would be a bad memory someday. not yet at least. I had so many nice memories anyway, I mean so many. but It's all turned into bad memories. Yes even just a little thing like a song that reminds me to some feeling, some atmosphere. It should be nice, but not anymore. Once, I had thousands pictures. and so many stuff that I can't remember all of 'em, at any rate everything that could be a memory, that could recalls me to the moment someday. But it's all just unexpected recalls apparently. what an absurd.

Now, I'm still paranoid. But to see you that sad is not that easy too. It's not on my purpose like never before. if I could, I'll make it back.

there is no such thing as coincidence maybe

I believe everything's had their own purpose. including when I deleted my blog unintentionally. I wrote many things about you, many things. I don't even tell you about it. That's got me on a little wistful, I wish I had told you. But what's so funny is, I tried to have one again but this blog just start with 3 posts and I feel I won't continue writing about you anymore. idk.