Sunday, February 1, 2009

D, v.11

We were on the ride back home. I was listening to my mp3 player when you suddenly asked me why am I smiling. I did not answer right away, because I myself don’t know why. I am just a freak of nature most of the time. I answered it’s because of our other friends who were having a crazy time at the other end of the jeepney. You laughed.


Now if you’ll ask me why am I smiling, I still can’t answer right away. But the difference is this time, I know the reason why. I smile because of you.

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