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Life is made up of a million of moments,
but we live only one of these moments at a time
As we begin to change this moment,
we begin to change our lives
Monday, July 7, 2008 6:53 PM

]][. DEDICATION-
I remember the times we spent together
On those drives
We had a million questions
All about our lives
And when we got to New York
Everything felt right
I wish you were here with me
Tonight
I remember the days we spent together
Were not enough
And I used to feel like dreamin'
Except we always woke up
Never thought not having you here now
Would hurt so much
Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands
to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you,
I can just look up
And know the stars are
Holding you, holding you, holding you
Tonight
I remember the time you told me
About when you were eight
And all those things you said that night
That just couldn't wait
I remember the car you were last seen in
And the games we would play
All the times we spilled our coffees
And stayed out way too late
I remember the time you sat and told me
About your Jesus
And how not to look back
Even if no one believes us
When it hurts so bad
Sometimes not having you here
I sing
Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you, I can just look up
And know the stars are
Holding you, holding you, holding you
Tonight.

so close, yet so far.

i don't know whether you'll see this, or even know this is meant fr you. I'm right here sitting infront of my computer right after dance. I had th urge to cry and let out my feelings right after you walked away, away from my sight and gone. Idk, but i'm quite certain that this time i didnt let my emotions take over. My heart did the talk, i miss you and the times together. Ive tried all i cld to keep us close & bond stronger. It getting abit tiring because it takes two hands to clap. I'm waving my only one hand in vacuum space, hoping you'll realise.

Once again, I'm very sorry over the shoes. I know, My carelessness is not an excuse. Tell me, Is this pair of shoes going to turn our friendship upside down? Th shoe is th spark in the fire, tell me where did th oil came about? which tank, where. It's a blow to me that our friendship's so fragile. We've tried so hard tgt t find back ourselves and i almost believed things were better whn i held onto your hand whn it was bout to be our turn up stage. We had worked so hard together fr that moment on stage.. I'm sorry but i can't fake a smile in dance whn i turn to look at you anymore, because i cld no longer find a smile on you that belongs to me. Everything's that different & unbelievably that fast. Thank you fr all the times you stood by me. After hearing from Sandra, perhaps th oil was added up all these while during practices. If my attitude cannot be accepted by you, i was hoping you wld give me time to make amendments. But it's all over. Let time do the healing, though i know it might take long. Maybe to you, i was overboard in handling your things in this incident. I could only say sorry, & hope th shoes did get back to your sister in time. I tried my best. Thank you for the shoes and th effort fr helping me borrow. (Shoes, if you could talk, i'll nvr let you take away anything away from me anymore. Let this be the last time. )


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