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Do you believe in fairytale? I still do not know if I do...
But I believe in us, our story and I am committed to write the world best love story with you.
one hour.
Sunday, October 14, 2007 @ 1:28:00 PM





i saw a boy today
he was as tattered and torn
as any other street hogger
with filth for shoes
and rags for covering
a small cup of polystyrenes
cracked and ragged at the edges
serving him as a life platform
as he jingles his day's collection
looking at passer bys
with a pair of doleful eyes
so innocently sorrowful
that even i stopped and stared
i bent forward
asked if he had any family
startled, he nodded
i asked if they're somewhere around
sadly, slowly, he shook his head
as tears filled his beautiful eyes
he held up an old inky paper to me
gaping like a guppy out of water
i read the short clipping
and teary lumps formed in me
as i stared blankly at the ripped paper
the obituary of a man and woman
i looked at the boy
was surprised to see him smiling
he told me cheerily
that they're waiting for him
that he still sees them once in a while
all through his secretive eyes
the unseen are revealed to him
i smiled and held my hand out to him
knowingly, he took my hand
and we walked off
knowing that our lives had somehow changed.




that is how i spent my one hour this morning. thinking for the right word to write another story in a different way. much harder than i thought it would be but nevertheless, i think it is quite beautiful. one hour. how many things can you do if you know you've one more hour to live? for me, it would be maybe only one thing. die while sleeping in the arms of my loved one. or maybe two. spend 30 minutes with my parents and the other 30 sleeping in the arms of my loved one. i wanna die looking peaceful. the purest way of dying.

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