Already repressed and forgotten.

Here we go :
Thank you for your frenly smile when we first met.
Thank you for being my friend.
Thank you for all of your texts that make me smile.
Thank you for your concern when I'm down.
Thank you for gifts that you brought from your hometown.
Thank you for being my tutor.
Thank you for being a good team project.
Thank you for your inspiring advice.
Thank you for never fails to make me laugh.
Thank you for being patient and understanding.
Thank you for proposing me as your gilfriend.
Thank you for making my stomach full with butterflies.
Thank you for teaching me how to care and love.
Thank you for making me believe you're the one.
Thank you for cheating on me.
Thank you for I almost ignore my best friend and end up he's the one who reveals the truth.
Thank you for the fact that until now you didn't know why I broke up with you.
Thank you for letting me take the blame.
Thank you for not fighting for our relationship.
Thank you for hatred on your face everytime you saw me like I'm the one who fucked up.
Thank you for ignoring me.
Thank you for the fact we are no longer friends now.
Thank you for teaching me to appreciate friends and family around me.
Thank you for locking my heart again and throw the key afar.
Thank you,Donald.

And for now,
I've finally met someone else.
But am still afraid of the past.
Well, you can't break a broken heart.
You just can't.

Readers,watch your thoughts,it become words. Go figure.

Implicit

Dear JJ,
I've known you since I was 5.
You've been my fav place to go on Sunday.
A place to shop.
A place to eat.
And a place to hang out with friends and family.
You seems to witnessed almost every moment in my life.
Then, I have to move to my campus so I won't be back until weekend.
Because of the distance, I start to hang out at the other malls : KLCC,Mid Valley to name a few.
I once haven't visited you for a month.
And you've changed, new shops here and there but the environment doesn't.
There's a time when I was sad and doesn't have a clue where to go, I turn up to you.
Alone.
Just loitering around and have coffee and then heading straight home feeling relief.
Strange, but true.
So JJ, if you think you're forgotten then you are completely wrong.
I might not visit you often but I've always end up at you.
Other malls might be striking and elegant but you've always gave me the best offer.
JJ, you are my best friend.

Readers,Go Figure.

To Start With :

I've always dream of owning a coffee shop.....

Instead,

I Blog.