Things happen to us today, what we do, what we've being through, sooner or later, it will become a history of life.

I love history, though it was created by tears and hurt.

It is nice to be remembered, but it is pain to take it as a fact.

I always remember you, when i look at your picture. I remember your laugh, i remember your voice, remember your touch.

I also remember your goodbye. How i miss you.

I think i have history with you. that is why i feel the pain.

I shouldn't think like that.

Then I decide not to make you history. So I don't have to feel the pain.

I still want to have story with you...i still want to smile because of you.

How i wish you would know that...

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