Sunday, March 20, 2011

engkau

I'm scared to care too much, to miss too much, to feel that rush once more, to love again at the risk of getting hurt. But what I fear most is the thought of you leaving me when i'm already conquered those fears for you.
Sometimes we picture ourselves as a tiny significant star, chasing a beautiful moon, but litle did we know that we are being followed and loved by a patient cloud....

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