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Friday, May 19, 2006
10:12 PM
I met you today. You no longer have the heart-beating-fast effect on me already. But I hid behind my hands and my bottle. I guess you missed me too. You didn't stop trying to search for my eyes, I know. But I saw how you dressed, how you act. I'm telling you it breaks my heart. Although you're not mine to command any longer, I hope you will change for the better. Change back to the boy I used to love. Don't let your mum down too. How would she feel if she knew how vast your change is. I can hardly imagine. I'll be waiting for you to change.