tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059702633077150344.post4593654550644698427..comments2010-01-03T10:42:39.514-05:00أنا سوريhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048406444294823581noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059702633077150344.post-5230404881601649852010-01-03T10:42:39.514-05:002010-01-03T10:42:39.514-05:00We will never meet or be together again. It&#39;ll never work out. This wasn&#39;t about hoping to meet someone again. It was just a simple rememberance of someone who used to be very special in my past. Our past will always be with us, and we all rememeber the special people we used to know. I&#39;m sure you had the same, and will in the future. This wasn&#39;t meant to be the way most people thought of it. It&#39;s just a simple memory of good times gone. Don&#39;t give up. You are special no matter how bad you think your life is going.أنا سوريhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048406444294823581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059702633077150344.post-40083728188011055652010-01-03T02:27:19.545-05:002010-01-03T02:27:19.545-05:00many years ago? and she still exists in ur thoughts, whallahi lucky her.<br />i wish i had the same , they say life is easier when it&#39;s twos . <br /><br />anyway inshallah u&#39;ll meet up together again.أُمنيّةhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14891500987490712802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059702633077150344.post-76794492235255901032010-01-02T14:20:33.272-05:002010-01-02T14:20:33.272-05:00El, is short for Eleanor. I wasn&#39;t using initials or anything like that. We were engaged many years ago, and it just didn&#39;t work out. Everything has to end sometimes. Thank you.أنا سوريhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048406444294823581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059702633077150344.post-55591921959586980832010-01-01T14:49:05.208-05:002010-01-01T14:49:05.208-05:00El?<br />hehehee<br />u reminded me of the old days of the school when girls used to dig the the first letters of their &quot;knights&quot; on the tables<br /><br />anyway, happiest days for u too .أُمنيّةhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14891500987490712802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059702633077150344.post-75990382558526132742009-12-18T16:30:00.024-05:002009-12-18T16:30:00.024-05:00Thank you sweet Maria. It&#39;s a rememberance of an old love that will never come back. Life goes on though. Cheersأنا سوريhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048406444294823581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059702633077150344.post-60681436135901138482009-12-14T18:25:49.259-05:002009-12-14T18:25:49.259-05:00Oh this is lovely not primitive at all. It is full of love and longing. I agree...El should read this. Well done, my friend.Mariyahhttp://mariyahsblog.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059702633077150344.post-77774829852582613812009-12-11T12:23:40.310-05:002009-12-11T12:23:40.310-05:00Abu Fares,<br /> You&#39;re always the first to comment. So graciuos. Thanks my friend.This was a primitive attempt at a poem.أنا سوريhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048406444294823581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059702633077150344.post-59959757752232874462009-12-11T05:52:19.534-05:002009-12-11T05:52:19.534-05:00man this is great...<br /><br />El, wherever you are, I hope you read this.abufareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05528721595411746558noreply@blogger.com