Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You can never tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things. what i can tell myself the truth is that she got the pebble that she would like to treasure. So just take it easy, as if she was just that naughty kid.
I labeled all folds and files about her with the tag "hidden", so as to avoid missing her... i switched to another MSN so as to keep myself in calm... however, i still can't achieve that... my mind is completely not under my control... i cannot help missing her, cannot help caring about her stomach...
Love is a kind of sickness, but thank my friends for being with me while i am sick and while she's not with me.
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Jacques.Chen
Destiny willed.
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