For the past 2 years, july 3 is supposed to be a very special day for me, full of love, happiness, care and laughters, but today? July 3, 2014? I dunno yet. Seems like he doesn't remember. I'm starting to think he got an amnesia. Bwahahaha
When I say, "I love you," it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You're a hell of a MAN!
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