Monday, March 18, 2013

... the old us ...

We use to talk.
We use to fall in love.
Suddenly, the time running without looked back.
You walking without holding my hands as usual.
You just walk.
I shout call your name, you dont turn back to look at me. So i have to run. I dont want to be alone.

Last time, you promise me that you never leave me alone. You said that you never let my hand go.

Time by time.
Years by years.
We all grow up.
The promises just a promise.
I hope someday you will realize how important me to you. But when the time come, i not surw wheather i love you love as usual or not anymore.

I just hope, mg heart strong like always.

... Sindarela story ...

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