Thursday, June 16, 2011


Mood: Sentul
Drink: None
Cigar: None
Weather: Windy

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because she was she, and I was I. 
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins, it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

Written by
Ahmad Cabbage

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