July 9th.
6 years ago, there was a butterfly farm built out of love. The butterflies roamed around making both of us happy people for almost 4 years. I which I could breed them again. Even if it means to do it with someone else.
July 9th.
This year, a new month has just began. Month of mercy, forgiveness and freedom. A month where I have always loved, missed and wish it could be longer.
It's not the same anymore. You're not here. I'm not there.
PS: Welcome back to Malaysia! You missed the whole haze period! Lucky thing. Or, are you not back yet?
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
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