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Wednesday, March 28, 2007

I am sorry... - 11:09 AM

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Its how funny God can play a trick on you. We said that we would break up on the 30th movie, and we did on the 29th one. My boss had a dream that my shoes do not fit and I break up, it happened. When my relationship is down, my career seems to be up when it no longer matter.
As I look through old mails and write this blog, all the songs I never want to hear is playing on the radio. It seems the tears from my eyes were destined to roll down my face.

I know time cannot be turned back. And I know nothing can ever bring back lost love. I thought I can take this easily, but it appears its not so easy. Like she say, may both of us find happiness. I believe in that and I will see that it happens. Life ought to be happy. Life ought to be good.

Let me call you dear one last time.
Dear I know no one is at fault. Love means you never have to be sorry. But dear, I m still sorry I cannot keep to my promises.

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