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Fizah Norazmi
This is only half of my life in words

Fizah
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Sunday, February 27, 2011

i miss everything about you. the smoothness of your arm that i never fail to caress whenever we're in the bus. laying my head on your upper arm cause its just so comfy. kissing your soft cheeks cause it just felt right. and that thin layer of skin just beneath your eyes that always caught my attention for no apparent reason when i stare at your eyes. and your cute-baby-like-playful facial expression just before you start doing something playful. what about your dimples that i always over-looked. and the sound of your laughter when something just tickles you. and that mangkuk hair of yours. and yeah, though i never said it before, you look ubber-cute actually. and i love your curls right at the end of your hair; they're like baby curls from baby's hair. the way you say "Awww!" when i said something sweet to you. your smell by itself could give me pleasure in my heart , like nothing in this world matters except for you. the way you kissed my forehead making me feel so so special. i miss all these little things. and i would trade anything just to get all these back. i love you and i miss you, eternally.
i'm smiling
In my heart