When i head down to OCK this morning to grab my breakfast, after making my payment and turned, i was caught by surprise to see an 80% resemblance of a side-view of mr.love, only to get hold of my senses wihin seconds that, it's not him......
I cant be missing him too much that im seeing things. #composed#
Another week of absence from any meet. And im getting used to it for long now. Sincerely understand his time constraints and priorities. Refraining myself from being hopeful day by day....
As i moved on, situations are no longer like before. How much can we trust words? How much can we digest? How hopeful can one be?
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