Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Your Teenage Companion.


He no longer pampers me like before. I miss all that. He can even observe it by my body language. As always, busy schedule is the excuse.

He reminded me I'm not a little girl anymore.


I argued and told him I'm still a teenager.



He looked at me and gave me a sweet something. He hit the right buttons.
Life's a fairytale at that moment.



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