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Thursday, November 09, 2006
I can still find my way.


Now she's gone. I can still remember how her gentle eyes would look at you, that bright blue eyes and the priceless smile. Back then we were only 15, when she first stepped into our school. The clique and I met her just outside the restroom and I sorta talked her into joining the gymnastics team. So full of doubts and questions, she joined the big family. We went through those strenous trngs and those long walks in the night. We went through so much that we could talk about anything under the sky, I didnt see her as just a friend, but a soul mate. She would hear me out and share my sorrows, pick me up when I fall down, hold me firm while I fly in the air, teach me stuffs I could never have learnt. Those 2 years flew by so quickly, that as I reminisce the times we spent together, I could hear here now, right beside me.

She's back to where she came from, and she's never gonna come back. But no matter how far you are, just remember my heart's with you. God bless you Marina. I love you):


♥