Found this post recently from my diary. Doesn't harm to share does it? :)

The dream of true love, the simpleness of love
Those simple pure and innocence of first love
I miss those presences and who I used to be
Those simple dreams that all teenagers believe
Can one love fulfil all these dreams?
This thinking just felt so naive,
Know that it'll hurt, but choose to believe

Some day perhaps you'll find
True love all comes to an end
perhaps someday you will know true romance

Perhaps I was naiave
Thinking love is all plain sweet
hoping someday love will make tad someone believe

Soon you'll learn how to wake up from this
And know that first love's just part of a sweet dream...


all i can say is Larry had grown up... goodbye to the baby larry :)