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Jumped off the train and saw an old man waiting.. The same old man in past 25 years with hopeless face.
But this time he shared the romantic story, we were in the same place as in 25 years ago when his wife craving her favourite menu in the middle of the night. Probably it's not his wife craving, it's their son to be craving, it's me craving.
I could see love in his words. It shows his love. I know it.
Then (again) followed with another story, the same story ended up with hurt. Put me in the middle.
Love. Hurt. Love hurt.
Geez.. why?
Even today is The day.
The day to forgive the hurts.
The day to forget the hurts.
The day to start everything with empty plate.
There's always be new hurt.
Sigh.
Not that i don't love him though.
But having a big heart for him is just out of my league.
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From my mobile device.
FHG-9.
1 October 2008.
