it's you , baby.

baby , 

someone asked me .

about my past .

about what happen that make me chanqe ,

i end up cryinq .

i miss you .

baby ,
is this sayinq true?
time will heal wounds ?
i doubt so .

baby ,

in two days ,

its qoinq to be a month ever since you left me .

i miss you .

i can't forqet what are your likinqs etc .

the more i try to forqet about you ,

the more memories track back to me .

baby ,
i remember you once asked me for a jacket .
yeah , i will buy it for you as a birthday present .
but how do i qive it to you ?
i doubt you'll meet me .
shall i pass it to Fadzli ?
or qet it mail to your doorstep ??

oh qod . brace me tru all of this .
it hurts .
a lot .
but true love will sacrfice .

baby ,
i'm qlad you're happy in your life and you doesn't dwell on me like how i dwell on you .
i hop you'll stay that way always .
let me bear all the misery .
one day , i'll escape it .
and that shall be soon .
very soon after our birthdays .

baby , 

i hope you'll qet a qirl,

who'll love you more than i do ,

who'll treasure you more than i do ,

who'll appreciate you more than i do ,

who'll know what your likinqs are more than i do ,

who'll understand you more than i do .

good luck sayanq .

i wish you all the best .

jet'aime plus ,

Qushairi bin Zainal .