Huang Yixi Vicson

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Date : Saturday, October 11, 2008
Time : 9:26 pm

time and time, I try my best not to think of you

but I just can't help it.

having flashbacks of the past, be it two years back, be it last year, starting of the year or just a mere 4 weeks ago, just can't help stop thinking about them.

photos and songs. no matter how hard I try not to think about them it just some how manages to make its way into my mind.

all those sleepless nights that I had / that I am having now. I just wish I could talk to you, like how we used to do so.

Just missing you, very badly. I need you in my life, I really do.