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Wednesday, May 30, 2007
once i thought my love for her has ended,
i would not like her...
but i was wrong,
the love for her is so much,
its so out of control...

miss the times together,
miss the times we said we are bestfriends.
even its all a lie,
its still sweet to me.

read her blog,
make me sad.

by all the sins she have done,
all the things she don't know.
things she still does..
i am very sad.
even to her mum,
wonder how is her mum..

blinded by all the material thing on earth,
give in to her desires.

God, let her see...
let her see you, let her be serious with you.
i don't want to see her fall away.
God, your plan..
tell me, maybe let me help you.

i want to be with her agian,
i want to spend time with her like before,
the sweet little girl,

God, forgive all her sins,
let her grow.
change her.
make her yours...
let her have no religion, but a relationship.

God, your love have make me understand more...

tried to pretend that nothing has happened,
tried to lie to myself that its not about my adjustments.
i am wrong, sorry.
i am willing to help, now!

give me steps to even get closer to her,
let her feel your love,
not all the fake love last time.
i miss the chance, i want it now.
i am sorry...

-Xiaowei


6:48 PM

WEI

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions—the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitessimals of pleasurable thought and genial feeling.