<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823641389694789</id><updated>2012-02-11T00:09:44.085+08:00</updated><category term='teenage dream'/><category term='problems'/><category term='memories'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='heart aches'/><category term='failures'/><category term='love'/><category term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Craponlove</title><subtitle type='html'>The little things that make me...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://craponlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823641389694789/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://craponlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>She said</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823641389694789.post-1517169122240285026</id><published>2012-02-10T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T00:09:44.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart aches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Memories stay longer than anything else.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;C truly amazing, everyday I have to keep reminding myself. He made me smile, but made me really upset too, it's like he doesn't understand me, never did, unlike E. I wish E was really here I could tell him everything, he was my best friend. Now E is just my ex, a friend that i'm trying to have, but i know we can never be friends for long. That's the truth, and it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E was everything in my life, and he always will be. Saw his facebook and the things he said it's so true, some other guy won me over, but it was everything that the other guy won me over. I miss E so much, but deep down I know he's most likely isn't the one. Well, whatever meant to be shall be meant to be.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just a question for all, do you forget the ones you love, or the one that got away? I wonder everything that happened, did it happen for a reason, or was it because I was too afraid to stand up, and i start crumbling down. E was there for me to be reliant on him. He settled everything, I didn't need to worry a bit when he was around, he knew the right words to say, he knew everything that gushes through my head. I wish C was the same too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I need to be independent, I had to break away from E. I need to stand on my own. But why my heart always fall back to memories, to everything that I once had? E was all that I want, but I'm never getting him back. I should give C a chance, i really should, but somehow I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear heart, I know this time I'm right. My brains need you(heart) to stop living in the past, move on, stop falling back. Be strong. I know what I am doing. It is all for good. You should have known better, why keep hurting me again? These memories, heart, you need to burn or lock them somewhere, where my brains can't even access them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to end this misery, but I bet nobody knows how i feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know E's everything, but I can't be blinded by the fact that C around that I can't see him. I loved E, love C. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighs, little sweet child of mine, Memories kills, don't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823641389694789-1517169122240285026?l=craponlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://craponlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1517169122240285026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://craponlove.blogspot.com/2012/02/memories-stay-longer-than-anything-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823641389694789/posts/default/1517169122240285026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823641389694789/posts/default/1517169122240285026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://craponlove.blogspot.com/2012/02/memories-stay-longer-than-anything-else.html' title='Memories stay longer than anything else.'/><author><name>She said</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823641389694789.post-1748246618995882408</id><published>2012-02-09T13:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T13:14:01.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love is such a fragile thing.</title><content type='html'>Everybody knows falling in love is way easier than falling out of love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any form of love, yeah totally agree to 2 hands that is needed to clap. However, how can love be so easily broken by just simple words or actions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was the love too weak. If it was so weak, how did it even last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was the love too strong. If it was too strong, how did it break?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is such a fragile thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One moment you are high on cloud nine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next moment you are as low as hell can be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been in love, I've been out of love. But what is actually love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it just a feeling you think you are feeling love or is it something else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823641389694789-1748246618995882408?l=craponlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://craponlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1748246618995882408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://craponlove.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-is-such-fragile-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823641389694789/posts/default/1748246618995882408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823641389694789/posts/default/1748246618995882408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://craponlove.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-is-such-fragile-thing.html' title='Love is such a fragile thing.'/><author><name>She said</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823641389694789.post-3009100239469174888</id><published>2012-02-07T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T21:47:42.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage dream'/><title type='text'>Hey.</title><content type='html'>It's been a miracle that i can withstand all that I've gone through. I swear I'm not that kind of person that people see me in. I'm a person that truly believe in horoscopes, and have a very strong stand on everything. The pain that I feel on a constant day, yeah it hurts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else can it be? Love, just 4 letters that can just make or break you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall too deep, you're dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not falling too deep, you're dead too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like a straight way to hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just broke up with my ex-bf awhile back, main reason was due to trust. It was sure pretty hard to let go of it, even right now I still can't, but I'm learning indeed. Humans, friends will never understand how  you feel. As long as you never been in my shoes, don't even bother trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody used to think that my ex bf(E) and I was the world's perfect couple, well it was until that very day. I'm kind of girl who doesn't go out with a guy for a simple dinner/outing alone as long as i'm attached, as far as I know I don't even contact them. And then again, I don't know what got into me but it's been 2 years I haven't met this amazing guy friend of mine (C), he well was the most amazing person 2 years ago up to now, until E came in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 guys liking me, went for my E back then, well because I couldn't break a friendship I had with the C. 1 year over with E was such an amazing time, he was all that I wanted in a guy. He mattered about my family and I more than anything else in the world, he was able to put down everything he had just to be with a person a complete opposite of me. He made me believe in love. However, meeting C that night, was my biggest(or not) mistake of my life, i realized the feeling I did not feel with E, but yet with C. That feeling I had every single time i was with C, it did not change after 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, call me flickered minded now, slut, changing boyfriends like clothing. Whatever, I had enough. Yeah basically this was the main thing that led E and I to break up. It was a mutual thing but it was horrible every night, even up till now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C came into my life from that very moment, and every minute felt perfect. Ups and Downs but I do never felt so happy. I always blamed myself for whatever it happened between E and I, but I did not regret anything about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E was such a beautiful person that entered my life, I'll never forget him. I loved him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anybody who feels my pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823641389694789-3009100239469174888?l=craponlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://craponlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3009100239469174888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://craponlove.blogspot.com/2012/02/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823641389694789/posts/default/3009100239469174888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823641389694789/posts/default/3009100239469174888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://craponlove.blogspot.com/2012/02/hi.html' title='Hey.'/><author><name>She said</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
