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News years eve

kso I wrote this on my ipod touch notes since i was bored @ oceans.

it's officially new years eve and i cant help but think that this was
the day we both got closer to each other. the day when we realized how
much we love each other. yes we did have some problems but we managed
to solve them. i cant help myself...everything i do just reminds me of
me and you.eveything i hear,say,see all comes back to you. am I crazy
for falling for you,for falling too hard,for stressing over the fact
that your now gone.your not mine anymore.your free for someone else to have.it
hurts me so muh inside.i really want this pain to go away but at the
same time i dont want our memories to just disappesr like they never
happened. realtalk, when im with you im a whole new person. you bring
out my true colours. it just hurts soo fckn much knowing theres
nothing i can do to bring you back to me.baby you're one of a kind.i
know for a fact that i will never find someone that made me as happy
as you did. my friends keep tryna trll me thT you're not worth
it...and somehow im starting to believe them. i really dont want to
though. then theres the fact thay i'll find someone better than you. i
don know if that can ever happen though..i just wish i had the guts to
tell you all the things i just said in this note and the other notes i
wrote. but whats the point they wont do me any good right ? its not
like its going to make you mine again. but i guess you never know
until you try.I know that this is apart of life and i know this is
supposed to hurt. i just dont get why it has to hurt this
much.hopefully 2k10 brings me some happiness and brings me that
mr.perfect that will love me always and forever and most importantly
the person who will make thoae promises and KEEP them. that's all i
ask for.