I was reading this online and I feel that its super touching....This is titled - To Forget You.To forget you: That is the most impossible thing to do.To forget is just an interpretation. An immeasurable love’s memories can never be wiped off. Time doesn’t devour memories: It just slowly, painfully converts it into fragments of a dream. Occasionally, something will spark the wrath of the dream, and the dream will alter into a memory again.
To forget you. Is not to remember you. Every single detail in life reflects you. Every MRT Station I see, every drink I drink, every shirt I wear. But to forget you, what I have to do is not to remember you: Not to remember that we once kissed at this MRT Station, not to remember that we once shared that drink, not to remember that you bought me that shirt.
For now, sinking into a memory of one of the touches you stroked on me, I cannot remember the physical touch, but I can remember the delicacy of it.Have I forgotten you, superwoman? When I tried to forget you, I had just thought of you again. Are you, are you thinking of me now, as my mind revolves with your image, again and again?
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It was not a decision based on emotions when I decided to break the news to you. I had thought of it for months: The happiness that we shared, it is never going to last, and if that is so, why still pursue a love that is going to writhe away soon? Why create more happiness, when I know that this ring of glee is going to be part of a memory that you will dearly miss, and I will heartbreakingly forget?
Before I met you, I wondered why all the lyrics in love songs were so exaggerated: Why do lyricists create such mushy and overemotional sentences? Why can’t they just write a good melody without those melodramatic lyrics? That is plain exaggeration.
Before I fell in love with you, I thought romance novels were just so silly: Why would a person cry for another person for hours? How could a person wait for his lover for years? That is plain silliness.
Before we became a couple, I thought romance movies were just so stupid: How could a person love another person so deeply that it became an obsession? How could one sacrifice so much, even to the extent of his own life, for his lover? That is plain stupidity.
When I realized I had fallen so deeply in love with you, I finally understood that songs, novels and movies are just reflections of life, inspired by the writers’ true stories.Because when I decided to end our relationship, I realized our story mirrors a love song that I once heard, a novel you once read and a movie we once watched.
When I step out of the main door, I love you deeply, but am going to tell you that we are going to separate soon. The pain is not the separation: The pain is the love that we share; the love that was once so blissful is never going to be refreshed again.The pain is that we are still so much in love, yet we have to let go now.
Only someone who had experienced this before will understand.Isn’t it ironic? It is my profound love for you that brought us together. Now, it is the same profound love that will separate us.
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Me and yan yan
She really loves holding on to Jo's flowers!!
I actually like this a lot... hees
The bouquet is so eye catching, no wondwe, yan doesnt want to leave it...haha
The couple having a "small break" in between the tea ceremony
Yan yan, Jo Jo, and me
At Jo's Home
Me and the bride
Me ans Ah Lia...Four Seasons Suite toilet is SUPER BIG. There are 2, and both are about the same size.
Me, Me, Me...I like my eye make up for the night...And I have changed my fake eyelash to another one...but, dear says very "wayang"...faint
Can see that I really LOVE the toilet.
the princess of the night
me and Jo Jo
The couple before their first march in
yan super 'act" lor...hahah, cos there is still food in her mouth
another take
Jo with her evening grown
Their 2nd march in..and they are singing their song..so sweet
me and Fen
ah lia, salee and me
me and Joanne
Yan and Jo
Finally the dinner is over...phewwwwwwww
Dear Dear came to pick me home...I M TIRED!!!
Suyi with her parents
