Posted at 03:32 pm by su-ey
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goodbye.
i wish you all the best
i don't hope that we will ever meet again,
you were never a lost love,
you were one lesson learned,
a memory treasured,
but tucked away for now.
Goodbye.
Posted at 05:34 pm by su-ey
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in the wee small hours of the morning...
When the sun is high in the afternoon sky
You can always find something to do
But from dusk till dawn as the clock ticks on
Something happens to you
In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the boy
And never ever think of counting sheep
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You'd be his if only he'd call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss him most of all
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i forgot how simply and lovely Sleepless in Seattle is.
sigh.
Posted at 09:16 pm by su-ey
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I wonder if you knew you'd be taken home so soon.
you continued to make plans though, and live as if you had much more time in this life.
i wonder if He told you before He took you home.
i wonder
because the parallels between us are there.
Posted at 11:34 pm by su-ey
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The last walk across the bridge
I took my last Sunday night walk across the bridge tonight. Waterloo bridge holds a lot of meaning for me. On one side, is the first two years of my London life, and the other side holds most of the last two years of my London life. As i walked over it by my absolutely serene lonesome a rush of memories flooded my mind. I walked from Lambeth bridge across back to my place at Tot court, passing so many many familiar places.
I didn't put on Marching bands of Manhattan like i usually do when i walk across, but i put on 'By your side' by tenth avenue north, knowing that though i am leaving behind a familiar life God is forever by my side taking care of me every step of the way as i continue onward in His grace.
I couldn't help tearing up though. The night wasn't chilly like it usually is when i take my walks. It was quiet though, like it usually is. Street lamps lit some part of the way for me, but as i walk across the bridge a familiar rush of feelings seeped in every step of the way, every step across the bridge held meaning. Every sight that greeted me as i looked left and right brought back some sort of occasion, or particular memory. The night air tonight was sweet, the moon not a full one nor a crescent or half a moon. It shone brightly though, hovering between the buildings and shedding light for me on this beautiful city. Big ben was solemn tonight and The waters of the Thames didn't radiate as many colours as it usually did, contented with just being a black dark of solemnity. It was as if they knew i was saying goodbye.
I will miss the special atmosphere that only London seems to have at times like these. There is no fear when i walk across past 12am by myself, only contentment and a sad smile of nostalgia. I wish for more time, but then i wouldn't appreciate it as much as i do now. I always fear that i will miss the best times of my life and not know, but now i know that i am living in it now and when i leave London i don't know if i will ever have a better time than now.
Posted at 03:50 am by su-ey
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Trust trust, you told me to.
And i did.
But now,
i am unsure.
Nothing makes sense.
Posted at 11:33 pm by su-ey
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Posted at 04:04 am by su-ey
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