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Wednesday, May 12, 2010

I miss you, Nana. I'm trying my best to make things right. I know I truly love you. I know what and who I want. I want you. Not because of anything else. But because you're the one that I truly love. I'm sorry for my stupid mistake. I should have think before I say anything. I didn't mean all the words that I've said to you. It was just merely words. I still love you as much during that time. I really do. Now, I could sense that we are getting better.. But still, I know deep down in your heart, you're still hurt. I'll try my best to get everything right Nana. I'll put in effort to do it. I don't want you to think I'm half-hearted with you. If I am half-hearted with you, I wouldn't have shed all my tears that whole night. I wouldn't even text you nor talked to you for so long. I would have get irritated by you, but I'm not. Trust me. My love for you is true. Among all those who I'd love, you are the one who really makes me love you so much. Now, the thought of losing you and the thought that I've made you hurt, brings tears in my eyes. You don't deserve the pain. You've been good to me. You don't deserve that. I'm truly sorry. You're there when I'm down to bring me up to my feet again. But I've hurt you deeply. I'm sorry. Even after all the pain that I've caused you, you're still there to bring me up when I fall. Thanks Nana.. All I want now is for us to get together again. And be fine. And continue our broken relationship and start anew. I miss you, Nana..

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