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Thursday, June 02, 2011 / -justin bieber, "up"
I'm supposed to be sleeping. Been having this major headaches which would just cause me to stare into space for a second or two or frown really really hard. Anyways...

We quarreled last night and it sucks. The feelings clawed up inside me, killing every single bit of me. I screamed into my pillow and then check my berry for any texts from you. Even angry ones. Cause by then, I'd know that I still have that tiny chance of our survival to fight for you. I have this theory, the reason why we argue so much is because we're scared of losing each other. I could hope. Egos thrown away just so this relationship we're still building would never falter and crumble. And then..

Last night was one the best nights ever. Still healing from the wounds of argument, he came to fetch me from work with his newly styled hair and this smile plastered on him. Yes, I notice every single thing that comes off him. And when we hugged, I knew that everything's okay.. So, he sings to me all the time but that night was extra special. After every line that he sang, he'd hug me or kiss my forehead or my cheeks. And whenever I look his way, his eyes were already on me, studying my every movement. I felt myself let loose and I acted my silliest. I lip-sync and danced in the sardine-packed train while we listened to my playlist with the new beats by dr. dre, he bought me. I feel so loved and needed. Super cheesy, but super true.

If arguing is what makes us stronger, then I'd argue with you every minute. But then, I wouldn't want to scream into my pillow and end up with puffy eyes and blocked nose every morning either. Let's be stronger than this, love. We have a future to build. I love you, AJ 


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