Nostalgia.

I was looking through my old Friendster account and viewed the old comments that my friends gave me especially baby's. A nostalgia for the old love. The new love in me starts to shine again. Love and old poetries ; all cherished. This could be a brand new start with you. And I'm leaning on this broken fence between past and present tense. And I lost in all those stupid games that I swore I'd never play. Let's hope our love lasts longer than before.