Dia

Dia.
Dia.
Dia.

Yang buat aku tersenyum hari ini.
Yang buat aku tertawa bahagia hari ini.

Thanks babe! you know who you are!

Comments

Author said…
Look's like you had what you wanted, Ki.
4:02 PM
Kikie said…
I really hope I do.

But he just made me smile. :D
11:57 AM
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