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It's always a little hard, dealing with that kind of tone. I'm always wondering, if you still want me, if you still have any hope in us. I'm always wondering if you really gave up. I always thought we're done for real, through the phone. But when meeting you, I always start to hope again.

When meeting you. You kept scolding me for smiling at you too much. Heh. But hey, I only can smile like that with you.

And everytime you volunteer to fetch me, the first thing I get in, will be stare at that thing.

When I saw it gone, I thought, we're done for real. I told myself, I've went through this, so don't be sad anymore. And I imagined being alone until I die, I imagined we being in different paths. And year by year, you and I, haih I can't even imagine. I was imagining life with no more you.

Sigh. Heh.

I wanna hug you so tight after you picked it up. Hope we try again.

I'll still wait.

It'll be ok.