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Wednesday, July 28, 2010
9:46 PM

Repository Of Memories

The emotions are just flooding in, permeating every inch and corner of my mind.

I know now that events, seemingly inconsequential to me at that time, left such a mark on you. Guilt courses through every fibre of my body even as i sit here typing this. I recognize the role of certain events in the greater scheme of things; but at the same time, i would give anything to undo the past. I believe that everything happens for a reason; but yet i cant help but feel that i could have prevented you from getting hurt, if only i wasnt so impulsive and short-sighted.

Perhaps i was meant to lose you, before i could really find you.

Im sorry that my actions hurt you before.
It wont happen again.
I promise.

You are my sun. And moon. Because, be it in my darkest hour or moments of joy, i know now it is you whom i want by my side through it all.
___ .Do you remember our last meeting? ___