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    Quotes: Get up before my time, go back to sleep again. Got nothing more to do than hope I dream of you. At least these dreams seem real.


    Sunday, March 29, 2009, 7:01 PM
    I would like to thank Melly for this layout. (;

    The truth was that I wanted to hear her voice again, like I had in the strange delusion Sunday night. For that brief moment, when her voice came from some other part of me than my conscious memory, when her voice was perfect and honey smooth rather than the pale echo my memories usually produced, I was able to remember without pain.


    I love a happy ending. They are so rare.

    I would like to say something to this particular guy.

    Option one: Melly loved me. The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence, distance, or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me she might be, she was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to her, so would she always be mine!

    Option two: Get some other girls and leave we two alone or I bother your freaking life.

    Option three: If there was only some way to make you see that I can’t leave you. Time, I suppose, will be the way to convince you.
    .........

    What if you sincerely believed something was true, but you were dead wrong? What if you were so stubbornly sure that you were right, that you wouldn’t even consider the truth? Would the truth be silenced, or would it try to break through? This isn’t just about Melly anymore. She're not the center of the universe, you know.

    Whatever it is, it took less than half a second for me to realize that, as long as I was truly insane now, I might as well enjoy the delusions while they were pleasant.

    Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear.



    Ohh, yesterday video. I forgot to upload it yesterday due to my laptop bluetooth difficulties.
    I swear, we are like BNSS students gone bad. Haha!