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Wednesday, April 15, 2009
how lovely and stupendous love letter with such well written english. i had been complaining for sometimes over so many imperfections that occured. so much so that i had given up and told God,"i had enough.im leavin it to you." however,fate is the utmost reasonance. when faith started to fail you,fate gave reason to stay strong. implicit confidence builts up and heal the past faux pas. love does not pronounce in life as easy as how it is written. allegiance,devotation,adoration,adulate,lust,respect,sentiment so and so. there are thousands of analogue to it. once, there is someone used to be a beau, a passerby in my life. someone who bring laughter, and left me with a scar.a total stranger. the last thing i knew,i know nothing about that unknown sparks. left nothing but an outrageous question "what do you know about love?" and an acrimonious adjuge "dont spell it if you dont know." it left me with doubts, thoughts, and anguish. however,one day if we ve met again,im gonna tell you "i found the real imperfect beau in my life.yes,im still learning about love but i will never afraid to tell him i love you." because its you yourself decide wether its love or infatuation. you describe your own love's defination. im happy with this dear imperfection. because noone can make me feel as blisful as i am now. those words whispered softly in my ear. a tender kiss before we slept. a peck when we kissed goodbye. a tight hug and warmth smile when you felt noone cared.its so perfect. tear,quarellsome night,nasty mutter and violence are always the other side of every relationship story. however,as far as life's concerned, if it doesnt go overboard according to your own precision,does it really matter? NO.right? it is mushy because you have not felt it. when you are in love, you care less everything else.it is just you and him. i love you baby boo.and lets see our future together.
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