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Sunday, October 08, 2006, 10:24 pm
Baby. This may be the last time I refer you as 'Baby'. You asked me why I always had a 'Baby' in front of sms-es I sent you. You never understand. I always had this thinking that that 'Baby' I sent you will be the last.

You ain't the same. You ain't the person I met initially. You claimed that I changed. But does it not occur to you that you, too, had changed? I mean, yes, I admit I changed. Who don't change? But the problem is, we changed too much. Just too much.

Please do not take me as a fool. I am not. I do observe. I do notice the things you do. The things you do that had a meaning in it. I understand those behaviours. I ain't stupid. Maybe you can say I think too much. Well, if thats the case, so be it. Let you think that I always think too much. Anyway, you also do not understand me.

I know that I still do not understand you to this day. You are far too complicated for me to understand.

For those times I said I had cried, I'm sorry, but I lied. You never knew till this day. I guessed I am strong enough to not let down any tear. I wanted to, but those stubborn tears never fall.

Sometimes I think to myself. Is it right for us to be together? Do I love you? I think again. Thus question isn't supposed to pop right into my head. They are supposed to stay hundred of miles away from me. But no matter what, these questions came back to me. Do I love you? This question is still in my mind.

Thank you for loving me. I hope you really did loved me. Thanks for letting me loved you. Thanks for crying over me. Thanks for telling me the truth. Thanks for letting me help you. Thanks for cheering me on sometimes. Thanks for making me smile sometimes. Thanks for letting me have such a nice memory. Thanks for all the nice things you do. Thank you for letting me see the world.

Thank you for everything.

I guess we both belong to two different worlds. I guess we have to return back to our own worlds. Let this be the last letter that I have to write for you. I do not wish to drag this any long. It will make us both injured emotionally. I have to admit that this isn't the right way to end good things. But I just can't open my mouth to speak these words to you.

GOODBYE MY LOVER.






Ernest