After TWO years of driving my car, I finally located the “repeat” button on my player. Duh! *hehe*
After four years and four months I realised I’ve been praying for the wrong thing. Instead of worrying about him leaving me, He made me realise I should be more worried about Him ever leaving me. Now THAT would be the end of the world.
After fourteen years, you’re still there for me. To be the one completely honest with me.
After one month and a week, I still miss him following me around the house. Very much. Very painful.
After twenty-five years, one month and eighteen days, I’m still your little girl. And you’re still the one I think about when I need someone to soothe my pain.
After two months and twenty-two days, you still let me bunk in with you. I’m grateful.
After three years, one month and sixteen days, I’m still working to pay my debts and still clueless on what I REALLY want to do.
After four years and ten months, I’m still blogging using blogger.
After fourty-six hours since United Live, we were still doing the dance. Pfft.
*hehe*
After five months and twenty-two days, I’m still without a watch because I didn’t bring the watch to get a change of battery.
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