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Friday, July 4, 2008

I guess you're not one of an asshole that I was back then . Arrogance was never part of our relationship because we always gave in and we rarely fought about anything. Everything ended like thirteen months ago and you come back telling me you regretted breaking up with me . I'm sure you are still having a hard time to forget me . I can't believe you still love eventhough I've done so many things behind your back. I was a bitch back then . Well , rather than you . How should I say , Mmmm . A jerk. Alright, I'm tripping! I admit. But heck. I've moved on, I'm progressing.