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Stephy Marian, 19 Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong, but tonight you're on my mind so you never know. It is better to allow our lives to speak for us rather than our words for I'm silently drawn by the stronger pull of what I truly love.

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Thursday, November 22, 2007
...."if i wrote you a love note, and made you smile with every word i wrote..."

Another month and I'll be done with school. I'll definitely miss alot of things, the friends, the laughter, the cries, the worries and there's definitely that particular someone that mattered most to you. I never knew life could be like that. He was the one thing I followed through in years at college, the one thing I didn't give up on. But unfortunately, moments. Thats what we all get with the ones we love. It's a fact of life, we cannot choose who we fall in love with. It is not how much I did, but how much love I put in the doing. It is not how much I gave, but how much love I put in the giving.

I have fallen so in love with him, so much more than I said I would.... oh well.

Come what may, I'll always miss you.