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princess lara * girl
14.6.05

The One That Got Away
It's the kind of love you never recover from...

Every woman remembers that one special man who slipped through her fingers, leaving her not only asking the question "What happened?", but also wondering about what could have been...

He wasn't perfect. Not even close, in fact he had many flaws. But in my heart he was the truest love of my life...

Some may have completely lost contact but as for me, I know exactly how he is and where he is. I guess he will forever be the "one" that I'll just fondly remember, and look forward to seeing again and again (yes, I still get to see him every once in a while).

Who is he? ah basta... he's happy with his family na and I'm happy for him. Honestly... no bitterness or whatever.

Masaya lang isipin. Remembering happy moments. But again, it's just it and nothing more. It doesn't mean naman na I'm stuck and have not moved on...

I have moved on. Believe me.