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Monday, August 3, 2009
my sunday.

I spent almost the whole Sunday, sitting at home like a goody-two-shoe girl, chatting away with iker. I was left all alone at home, cause I wasn’t wanted by anyone at that particular time.

After hours of chatting, we both went offline and continue texting after iker’s staff parade. That was when we had our open talk. As usual, I was the one who initiated on the topic and I got interested with what iker had to say. He also thinks that this is the time where we should share things and be frank with each other. Well, I just had to agree with him, afterall I like it that way too.

Dear you,
I know ive said this to you before.
But thank you dear for being honest and answering all my questions.
By telling me all those stuff, you made me entrust you more with this relationship. My feelings for you has never fade even with you telling me all those facts. It doesn’t hurt a wee bit for me cause I want to know it best from you, rather than having people telling me anything. I love you!

Okaay now, let fate decide.