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6 May 2012

Now You're Just Somebody That I Used to Know.

Sometimes I found myself think of you, so much fairy tales in my head about you and me, somehow, have a little time together. Sometimes I wish you would show me how much you care like you was. And that makes me feel so stupid cause I never really appreciate that in the time when you care about me the most.
I miss your weird jokes and smiles you always show whenever you saw me. I miss you and I feel bad cause now you're not any longer and our time is running out. I miss our small conversation and how you think all my thoughts is fresh and interesting, cause nobody ever do that.
Will you still be my best when we grew up, apart and all those sweet moments become a memory. I hate to admit that a little time we did not spend together makes you changed and seems like you just somebody that I used to know. I hate to admit that now we're stranger, who used to be like a family and inseparable, tries to fight the awkwardness.
I wanna have a little last journey together before you left. I wanna feel the world upon my hands, with you, once again, for the last time before we completely being a different person. Because against the odds, above everything's logic and between the border of right and wrong, I know deep inside we had something we wouldn't admit face to face but we know that's true cause it feels so right.
We're special. And it is something that could never been replaced by anyone, anything, no matter what may come or what will happen. We may continued our life separated, fell in love and ended up with the love of our life. But we know it can't be a good comparison for a little time we had.... being happy and free as bird.
I will never asked you more cause I know it would hurt you. Only if you know it hurts me too. But, well, it's a shame to say this, I love you. Not as much as I love the man I would marry. But I care enough to put some efforts just to makes you smile.

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