Monday, March 22, 2010

I always seem to forget how fragile are the very strong.

I still choke up. I miss her. I'm scared that I can't remember her face when she smiled, when she was mock angry, when she was eating vegetarian pasta made by her mom while she teased Hannah and Carlo.
That smile, that lovely smile. It's slipping away.
It's just slipping away.
But her voice and laughter will always stay with me.
Sebak dada saya hahahaha.
xxx
Ingrid Michaelson - A Bird's Song

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