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If you see me walking the road with someone else...
It's not because I like his accompany...
Its because you're not brave enough to walk beside me...

If you hear me talking about him all the time...
Its not because he pleases me...
Its because you're too deaf to hear my heartbeat...

If you feel me falling with someone new...
Its not because I love him...
But because you're not there to catch me fall...

If you feel lost, I too am nowhere...
I too don't know where the road is going...

Are we gonna cross each other's path...
Or just completely turn around...?

Will we just let go of what we had...
Or go to the place where love is bound...

Don't let me walk with him...
It's you I want to walk with..

Don't let me talk of him...
it's you I want to talk with...

Don't let me fall for him...
It's you I want to fall in love with...

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Friday, August 20, 2004

Why do we close our eyes when we sleep?
When we cry?
When we imagine?
When we kiss?
This is because the most beautiful thing in the world is unseen.
We are all a little weid and life's a little weird and when we
find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours,
we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and all it love.

There are things that we never want to let go of,
people we never want to leave behind,
but keep in mind that letting go isn't the end of the world,
it's the beginning of a new life.

Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt,
those who have searched and those who have tried.
for only they can appreciate the importance of the people
who have touched their lives.

A great love?
It's when you shed tears and still you care for him,
it's when he ignores you and still you long for him.
It's when he begins to love another and yet you still smile
and say I'm happy for you.

If love fails, set yourself free,
let your heart spread its wings ang fly again.
Remember you may find love and lose it, but when love dies,
you neber have to die with it.

the strongest people are not those who always win, but
those who stand back up when they fall.
Somehow along the cuorse of life,
you learn about yourself and realize there should nebver be regrets.
only a life long appreciation of the choices you've made.

A true friend understands when you say, I forgot,
waits forever when you say, just a minute,
stays when you knock and says can I come in?

Loving is not how you foget but how you forgive,
not how to you listen but how you understand,
noy what you see but how you feel,
and not how you let go but how you hold on.

It's more dangerous to weep inwardly rather that outwardly.
Outward tears can be wiped away while secret tears scar forever.
In love, very rarely do we win but when love is true,
even if you lose, you still win just for having the
tingle of loving someone more than you love yourself.

There comes a time when we have to stop loving
someone not because that person has stopped loving us
but because wi have found out that they'd e happier if we let go.
It's best to wait for the one you want
than settle for the one that's available.

Best to wait for the one you love than one who is around.
Best to wait for the right one because life is too short to
waste on just someone.

Sometimes the one you love turns out to be the one who
hurts you most, and sometimes the friend who takes
you into his arm and cries when you cry, turns out to be
the love you never knew you wanted...


caught a crazy girl on 12:04 AM.






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