Tuesday, May 10, 2005
To you,
I was in the kitchen when the past came to my mind. Thinking that everything was the beautiful truth, then it turned into a lie. The reasons into excuses. Please don't lie to me anymore, for I hate to be deceived. And I could assure you that I've never lied to you ever. Even if I did, I would tell you the truth at the end of the day. Until the day you're truthful, I can never be clear and will remain as confuse as ever.
Once yours.