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❝Lisah❞





16th May
Sunday, May 16, 2010, 8:39 AM
It was 3.15pm.
They were in the bus. They were not really sure where the were heading to, as long as it's somewhere they could spend time with each other.
He thought it was the right moment to pop the question to her, as it was the last day of her exams. She was looking out the window, thinking about him, smiling to herself, when he called her name, and asked her if she had thought of the answer.
She said yes, and believed that it was the best choice she had ever made.
.
Today, she finally realises that, today, she officially lets him go.
And she hopes, that one day, all this is not lost.
One day, they'll be good friends.
One day.