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Her name was Lucy-Anne Holmes

I was like shocked a bit when I surfed to my blog yesterday. I mean the previous entry. :) yikes!

Im not goin to elaborate more. I always know the moment would come. Nabil was well.. I always thought he was the one, but I always knew I'd meet someone other than him. And apparently, I met someone I met before. Someone. Well, I could say, he was my last love. True love, I could say.

So despite all the negativities - he doesnt love me enough, he might someday left me again and Im not good enough for him.. stuff. I just enjoy the time now. Having him beside me again was.. well.. no words to describe it. But when I felt happy to see him smiling at me, I got the fear though. Fear of losing him again.

Well then, just let God decide. To meet again after 6 years is already miracle. To hug him again, to kiss him, and just to be at his side is already .. hmm Thank you God.

note : I was actually felt like to stop blogging or to make this blog private but I guess, well.. Nadiah told me about this book and stuff. And the girl was a blogger as well.. like me. She said. So, I guess, I dun mind sharing. And actually I dun mind if my man reading it. As long as I wouldnt know =)


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