bye bye love..

you know the saying, that you never know how much something means to you till its gone.

i’m sorry…

i guess i never really knew how much you meant to me, i forgot that smile you gave me when i had carried you on my back the first time.

i forgot how great i felt when i had you in my arms.

your skin, that silky touch.

im sorry..

i guess i was uncertain, uncertain if it was meant to be, i guess i was attracted to things i should not have been attracted to.

i guess i fooled around too much for my own good.

i’m sorry..

you know.. i went back to the place where i first saw you, hoping to see you again. i guess i was naive, how could life be that great.

i’m sorry..

i’m really sorry..

i know your gone.

but i’d miss you.

i’d forget about you..

..fredrik yeo jia sheng stops loving you tonight..

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bye bye my sexy black nike bag, sorry for not buying you the first time i saw you (tsk i guess i’d just have to buy fred perry)