love is an excuse to get hurt and to hurt;

it all feels like a dream , that i don't want to wake up from;

11.43 PM. I just got off the phone with you;

as childish as this will sound - i talked to you since 11:09 pm

Thank You .

I spoil it all by saying something stupid like I Love You;

Gucci, Louis, iPhones, Macbook Pros
and everything you can think off;

I own it

but you want to tell me why am I not happy?

second chance;

hello blogger, i miss my silent reverie;

then again blogging here just simply means i miss you;

I had a dream last night . about us

maybe, just maybe this is the second chance that god gave us;

the question is ; to take it or not

because i believe that god wont be giving us a third chance.

on saturday night, you called me.

i miss you so much.