The giggles, private conversations, passing back and forth of messages, mad rush for pulling on of uniforms, exchange of tips on anything under the sun, gossiping of someone, name-dropping during shopping.

The girly days come to a stop when you realise its a stranger you're walking beside from now on.

Somehow the talk just dont fit and the topics refuse to flow. The wordless conversation cease and "call you later" is postponed.

It doesnt mean we dont love each other anymore. Just as time got us starting on different paths, we are moving on wih life. The same memories are kept up in our heads, so at the next awkward date, we bring them out seeking the frayed connection. However frail the line hangs, it is still there for you and I.

However, I still have you who pick up where we left off everytime. The pieces just fall into places at every chance. The teasing carries on, the gossip is as fresh, your boyfriend's friend's cousin's girlfriend's sister is still in the picture, the silly competitiveness, the endless rounds of shopping/whining/eating. Its just the same every single time. Its the high road you hit when your life is falling in shambles, your boyfriends ditched you, when your heart hangs by shatters.

So, I know I have my friends still. Friends who's got more facades to them as I have to mine. That's all.

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Dont speak too fast.

My mama always say. The moment the words are flung into your face, its water splashed, irreversible change.

Yet at times my tongue slips faster than my mind and I blurt more than I should or mean. Or statements I've made only to come back and haunt me.

I disliked people who types LiKe tHIs HAlF tHe TImE & my baby is exactly like that as an online persona. And I love him all the same if not more.

Fate. It goes round the track and sticks the donkey's tail on your ass.

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