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I was happy, I was sad. I don't know if I am really thinking too much. BUt i really love-d him. Sat beside RN for some lesson. He was sitting behind. I was really un-comfortable. But I stayed. I wanted to hear his voice again and talk like we used to. We can;t. I wanted t know what he's thinking. SO I could get on. I couldn;t let go, and always didnt give up on that little hope. I think i am like zi zuo duo qing in a way. I didnt dare to share things out with them. I dont dare. I wish so that i could at least get something out of my heart. Its like having a big big rock on my heart. I said to this blog. I said to myself. Talking to the wall.

Sometimes you really just have to believe your heart.