Miss you

I miss the old you
The person who always smiling,
The person who always laughing.
I miss the person that who would shout me randomly through out the day.
I miss the warmness of your soul.
I miss your voice .
I miss the words of encouragement.
Life is not the same .
It like an empty vacuum waiting to fill
But life go on
Like the beautiful butterfly passing you by.



I miss the old me.
I miss the girl that always laughing.
I miss the girl who always have a smile on her face .
I miss the girl who always has a story to tell or share.
I miss the girl who always use to dream big
I miss the girl who had goals and aspirations.
So where that the girl gone?
I don’t know.
Maybe trying to search for her old self again.

Are you the one?

I remember the day I meet you,
You was so secretive,
I taught you was working for the CIA.
That I always wonder what up your sleeves.
Your personality is what attract me.
Always caring and protective,
As days turn to a weeks
And week’s turn to month’s
And month’s turn to year’s
I begin to growth fond of you
But I was just too late
I just sorry I did not get to told you those few words,
Which would had turned into those three powerful words
Hopefully one day

Treasure Those Who Matter In Your Life

Originally posted on Positive Outlooks Blog:

Sensitive people should be treasured. They love deeply and think deeply about life. They are loyal, honest, and true. The simple things sometimes mean the most to them. They don’t need to change or harden. Their purity makes them who they are. — Unknown

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