In case lu pada lupa hari ini apa, gue mo ngingetin. 2 years commemoration September 11th. Gue inget banget waktu itu gue lagi maen PS (Final Fantasy XIII) n nyokap gue tiba2 treak2 dari kamar suru gue liat brita. Gue juga inget oma gue waktu itu masi ada disono (di New Jersey pula) n gue takut bgt n kuatir dia ada dimana. Gue juga inget celebrating 4th of July di New York pas taon yg sama. Gue foto Twin Tower 2 kali n ga ada yg jadi. Jadi gue ga punya remembrance sama skali dari WTC, padahal gue dulu pas tinggal disono gue lewatin itu bodo amat n ga peduli. Ada ya ada. Ternyata skarang uda rata ama tanah. Sedih juga ya. Gue ngebayangin feeling org2 yg ada di dlm pesawat pas uda mo ditabrakin. Gue ngebayangin feeling orang2 yg stuck di atas n ga bisa turun trus akhirnya mati. Gue ngebayangin feeling org2 Amrik yg biasanya ga pernah kenal yg namanya terrorism kecuali lewat film2 Hollywood. Disono juga mereka slalu menang. Tapi ternyata kenyataannya ga gitu. Today is the day the world mourns for lost humanity, lost love. Buat itu gue mo smua yg baca ini take a little time 2 think about it, n mourn with me for lost lives. Gue juga mo smua take a little silent time n give a little silent prayer 2 all who died saving the lives of others regardless of their own safety. They're the true Supermen! Peace!
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She still loves him. She keeps his pictures in a secret folder in her computer, and in the deepest darkest corners of her heart. She avoids any conversation that involves him and things that remind her of him, but she listens to his songs and secretly finds out about him from the little frail channels that she keeps just to maintain a piece of him in her life. She looks for new men, but searches for him inside every one of them. She refuses to begin a new relationship because she’s saving herself for him, and she’s still hoping he will return. She’s still hoping he will change. That he realized he’s made a mistake and that she is the one he really needs. She still believes in that happy ending. She looks for his perfume in every particle of air she breathes, and cries when she finds it. She remembers their good times and forgets that blade still cutting her heart in little pieces. She loves the memory of him and that makes his betrayal all right, normal. She says she is over him but sh...
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