Waiting behind the curtains last night. Flashbacks. And I can imagine the hurt I must have caused you. Because you were ready like Shihui was. And I can imagine although I know imagination won't come close the anguish you must have felt. It was just too soon too soon after June. I can say a million words of sorry but I will always feel sorry.
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
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For if our heart condemns us, God is greater than our heart, and knows all things.
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