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For the first time in 7 years, i have not waited for your message.
For the first time, i don't get over excited upon getting it.
I did not read it so many times till i memorise it.
I did not search for the meaning behind it.
Once i got it and knew it is yours, i deleted it without regretting.
And finally, i moved on, my past.
and it feels great =)
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Ma 3lina said…
Happy 4 u :)
I know it took ages 4 u to reach that stage...moving on is the best thing that would happen to u... no more regrets or what ifs !!
28/8/09 5:58 AM
Sara said…
YAY for moving on!
28/8/09 3:14 PM
Brownie said…
Ma 3lina:
yeah it take me ages but it finally here el hamdolliah.
28/8/09 3:17 PM
Brownie said…
Sara:
YUP =D finally
28/8/09 3:18 PM
Mani said…
Good job sis \o/
29/8/09 12:51 AM
Redzo said…
7 years !! Glad you're back to life ... Finally Congraaaaaaaaats :))
29/8/09 4:14 AM
Brownie said…
Mani:
Thanks

Redzo:
yes, 7 years i have been on and off but i never stop expecting till this moment =)
Thanks Redzo
29/8/09 7:49 AM
Polka Dotted said…
WOW....
I'm so happy for u... strength is a gift that we can rarely capture...

way to go gurl !
may the next 7 years be great :)
29/8/09 10:51 AM
Brownie said…
BataBeet:
thanks a lot dear =)
Ameen for ur prayers
29/8/09 11:23 AM
OpeRon said…
Yay, Go girl .. Show'm what he has lost, I am sure u know now that u deserve way better than what you had, and you gave him a gift too precious for him to keep so u took it back.

I am happy for you.. Just keep it up

My best regards
1/9/09 11:09 PM
The.I.inside said…
Congras and may u forever keep your strength
2/9/09 6:53 AM
Brownie said…
OpeRon:
thanks a lot really =)

The.I.inside:
Ameen
2/9/09 5:43 PM
Anonymous said…
I once read in Ma 3lina's blog the following post:

http://maa3lina.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_10.html
3/9/09 9:40 AM
Brownie said…
Gjoez:
aiwa it is exactly that feeling, freedom =)
3/9/09 10:43 AM
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