i been posting midnight post la. the moment when i saw you, i know you are not okay and yet you told me you are fine. i believe you, and want to believe that you are fine. i saw you fell down, wanted to get up but couldnt. your eyes are watery, tears are about to flow, i couldnt wiped it for you. you still tell me you are alright, just so i wont worried about you. i want to be the one that was there with you. somehow the distance in height and length was dragged. if we were having a date at some restraunt, and we placed our phones on the table. we might take home each other phone if we were muddle-head. IF. i had you where ever i go, i would look at your smiles and i will smile with you. besides smiling, i could only pray that you will be happy too. pray that you will be fine.