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Once in a while we find someone

Hey diary, guess what..a sudden pang of Internet disconnection and I missed u.. Missed to write on mums birthday ,...here's wishing the neatest of all friends I've ever made, n I guess I will ever make, happy birthday mum, don't worry too much about us.... U r gonna hurt urself, and we don't want that, stay blessed .....Missed u all thru our n still missing you...  It's so unbelievable even after 8 years...

So...when I was a bit young..(good ole days) I had received some greeting cards blank courtesy bros friend.. One of them was really nice I had saved it..it's wordings we're more than perfect and the was no one in my life as perfect as the card mentioned..I saved the card saved the card for years.. After about 8 yrs I finally gave it to my beastie of childhood cx t seemed perfect for her hehehe... And thts not all.... I wrote down those words in my diary.. And... Thought later on in my life I will be needing it for my expressions.. Today my diary is far behind and I miss those words that I wanna write.. It went like

Once in a while we find someone on whom we can depend, who seems to understand us like no one else can...

I tried to google but it's not available ... So so missing coux really have someone who these words fit perfectly...

....

Sleepy... Time for cheesy snack
Tomorrow...

Comments

Anonymous said…
Once in a while,
we meet someone
Who makes us feel so good,
Who seems to understand us
In a way few people could.

Once in a while,
we find someone
On whom we can depend -
I know, because I found in you
A really wonderful friend!

Hope that's the one
Fri Mar 15, 01:25:00 PM
Karachiite said…
Exactlyyyy... This was it... Thanks for putting it up, really appreciate it... Bless!!
Sat Mar 16, 02:00:00 AM
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