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Yessica Toscanini

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10.10

The Best Question Anyone's Ever Asked Me

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icCc9fr_I3M/UrIM-3iYNpI/AAAAAAAAP0M/c5kz1UWyg1E/s1600/Screen+Shot+2012-07-31+at+5.06.38+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icCc9fr_I3M/UrIM-3iYNpI/AAAAAAAAP0M/c5kz1UWyg1E/s640/Screen+Shot+2012-07-31+at+5.06.38+PM.png" width="432" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Falling snow muffled the sounds of the city and painted our cheeks and noses red with cold.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We were rocking in the swing on the front porch.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The same swing where we shared many late nights together before this one.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The same swing our paper boy would frequently find us in, as the light of morning crept up on us, after we spent the entire night talking about our dreams for the future.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The same swing where he started handing us a free copy of that newspaper just because he got so used to seeing the two of us there. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And so it also became the same swing where we would sit reading the morning news. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was the same swing where we had our first fight.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And the same swing where we later said our first <i>I love you's</i>. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was there, on that swing, sitting side by side, that he asked if we could carve out a life together. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And in front of that same swing, after I said <i>of course!, </i>and<i> yes!,</i> he knelt and put the ring on my finger.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>

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13.34

Lost

<blockquote style="margin: 5px 0px 5px 10px; padding: 10px 5px 5px 10px; background-image: url(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIL5zhY-Sdo/TclSxUImLSI/AAAAAAAABCs/6eTHr6fRdGs/s400/blockquote-bg.png);"><i style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">No matter where life takes us, we had something special. i never wanted it to end and i never wanted to replace it. but there's nothing i can do.</i></blockquote><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></span><div class="separator" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><i style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Now, i am in that moment when you want to tell someone that they’re all that you think about, but everything else has gotten in the way... In that moment when you wanna tell someone how much you miss them...</i></b></span>That moment when you just really want to let go & burst out but <span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><i style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">you can’t because the time for 'that' has passed and you have to deal with the pain.</i></b></span> That moment when you really wish they were still there, even as a friend, &you didn’t feel awkward texting or even calling them. That moment when you can’t say anything about it, because it can no longer be so.. ;(<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></span><div class="separator" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; clear: both;"><a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpfu93xBXs1qcrsn7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin: 0px 1em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpfu93xBXs1qcrsn7o1_500.jpg" style="max-width: 500px; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; border: 3px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); height: auto;" width="320"></font></a></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">The moment when you feel hollow&go through the motions of living, but cannot seem to understand if you actually is or not. That moment when you’re trying to make sense of what happened &why you always cause this. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><i style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">That moment when you are so happy and then a familiar song comes around and it once brought you so high, but now the words swirl within your mind creating a horrible whirlpool that sucks away all feelings and leaves you completely empty. It's haunting me, i guess. HEHE </i></b></span><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></span><div class="separator" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; clear: both;"><a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsmsxj7rem1qbjt25o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin: 0px 1em; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" height="172" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsmsxj7rem1qbjt25o1_500.png" style="max-width: 500px; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; border: 3px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); height: auto;" width="320"></font></a></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I can still remember when my former flame told me she loved me so much and she'll never let me go. Funny isn't it? coz i still remember every bits of the words she told me before. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><i style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">We had such an amazing time when we were together. It was just perfect. I really thought the world of her. Then out of nowhere things that should not happen, happened.</i></b></span><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></span><div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><i style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><u style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">We were like strangers, who knew each other very well.</u></i></b></span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><i style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">What I don't understand is after all that hurt why do i miss her so much?</i></b></span> Will it just go in time.. Hmmm, i'm supposed to go to Aklan tomorrow, because of her<span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><b style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><i style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> <strike style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">but after our break up I've decided not to go there. I even lied to my sister about it. I told my sister that it's okay with me(but i feel bad about it though). </strike><u style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">I just want to protect myself because the moment that i might see her- it'll just remind me that i love her so much. It will just make me realize that after all this time i haven't even made any progress upon moving on and to make matters worst it's because i don't want her to see me at my lowest, ever. </u></i></b></span></span>

Lost

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07.14

Believe, Feel, Love, Be, Create, Inspire

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Instincts

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04.33

The Ballad Of Little Jane

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Welcome To The Future

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04.26

Hysteria

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GIRL AND BOY

Yessica Toscanini

The Best Question Anyone's Ever Asked Me

Lost

Believe, Feel, Love, Be, Create, Inspire

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The Ballad Of Little Jane

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