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it was the last thing that i wanted to hear;
♥ Friday, May 12, 2006 6:40 PM

she faced four concrete walls upon stepping into that empty room of hers. she asked GOD why things were that way. she might have thought there would be a possibility, but it was definitely the last on that list she had.

you were her best friend, both of you shared secrets with each other. but did you treasure that friendship you had with her? apparently, the answer is no. youtook everything for granted, thinking it would be alright to carry on doing whatever shit you had wanted to do but in the end, you didn't benefit much. she wondered how tomorrow's going to be like. maybe, she wouldn't wait till tomorrow; probably one hour is enough? anything can change, nothing is impossible.

how would things be if time were to take the both of you back? would you repeat every single mistake you have made? i hope you wouldn't. well she may not be your best friend but to me, i guess you were her best friend. someone who she thought she could trust and love as a friend, but today, she realised you weren't the right one. everything she knew about you was just purely a mask over your face; it was all an act.

you have experienced the nasty taste of some really pretty girl stealing the person you liked most but why did you do it to her? after all that has happened, she doesnt blame you. insecurity was what she never wanted in a friendship but somehow, she felt it.

all she's asking now is for you to tell her everything you've been keeping from her, even if it's going to hurt her really badly.

i'm sure things are going to be better after you've confessed everything to her.