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Thursday, August 04, 2011
Have you ever had the moments before regrets. @ 4:29 AM

Two hours before regrets. :)
I lay on my bed, seated beside my bed. I'm reading about a marriage, guy cheating on a girl. And as this plays, you called.

When you called i slurred. I didn't know why, and i had never realize in these years.
Is this why you fell for me?

I wonder sometimes, how perhaps you and i were like what i said *with no intention* that very day. We were laughing off it.
From that day, perhaps both of us made a decision which both of us thought it was mutual but it was not.

I think, we were like the ones who were cheating. Whether oblivious or not.
And i being the one in denial.

Anyway, i have to got it rein in. And i should stop lazing around and get some serious work done.
Suie. What on earth happened to you!

When whispers no longer survive;

Because there's you and me.