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Lucy wasn’t ever my friend. We just bumped into each other several times. Most of the time we met in our work, where we would gather with the rest of the fashion pack. Lucy was a close friend’s girlfriend of mine. Things started to turn complicated. Things that I did not want to involve in. Sometimes it’s much better not to know too much or understand too well. But Lucy was obvious.I just couldn’t stop finding out her bad intentions. Again and again, but I knew there was no point in confronting or even asking. I ve done that once, and I’d surely confirmed that is due to some sort of "lemon juices". I often thought Lucy’s acting talents were a great loss to the Hollywood. Perhaps, this is what we called Love. Needless to say, the best way to avoid this kind of adult incident is to keep a great great distance with your close friend. Everytime, I would complaint to my sisters about my ‘innocence’ and why, I did not do anything wrong. Positive advices given yet I am still not understand. Day flies. Again we met in this beautiful duty free island, still not really feeling comfy, but more than a little confused, I had decided to be friend with Lucy. I was quite impressed with that choice, but it was so strange when Lucy was around, trying hard to get involved in every conversations but ended up being treated like the invisible woman in Fantastic Four. Fine. The other strange thing about this was Lucy still not-to-mention liking me though Lucy’s love story had became a history. Kindly appreciated two of our friends who were trying to get things fix,but failed. Fine. Till yest, I saw Lucy’s blog. I paused a moment. Perhaps this is what we called Love. I started to realize the power of love. I suddenly felt sympathy to Lucy with her paranoia and unnecessary "lemon juices". She’d probably spent the rest of her past months worrying and crying. Though I felt sorry for that, I really really never did anything wrong. Dear Lucy, you are a beautiful, clever girl. But I am sorry to say that you’ve got absolutely the wrong human thought in judging. It’s a simple story really. And I really hope it would end up with a happy ending.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. And then one not so special day, I went to my typewriter. I sat down and I wrote our story. a story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people, but above all things, a story about love.
A love that will love forever.

It’s late and m feeling so tired, guess m having trouble sleeping again. This constant compromise between thinking and breathing, could it be m suffering because i ll never give in? Lying here reminds me of those days…I know what i said was heat of the moment, there’s a little truth in between the words we spoke and it’s a little late now to fix a heart that’s broken. Nobody wants to face the truth, but you wont believe what love can do till in happens to you. I kept asking myself , m i the right one for you? m i a fool to believe in you? cause i dunno, don wana know either. Dont wan to lose you, but dont even own you. Rumours or facts, you can only learn these things from experience. I just wish that someone wud’ve told me. mmm…