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May 2016
Hey Yats, are you there??

Yes*, he will always answer back..


That's where I got his nickname
He always STAY for me, so I called him YATS


Time passes by,
Growing up away from each other
The "always" turns into "sometimes"


But we managed to keep each other
And whenever we had a time to meet,
It always feels HOME


I still call him Yats,
He may not be physically present
but I know, he will always be there
He may not always stay, but I know
I just know, he's there..
There are people in our lives that no matter how long we haven't seen or talked to them, still it feels like home upon seeing them again. There is always a sense of familiarity.
Isabelle
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Isabelle  30/F/Philippines
(30/F/Philippines)   
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     Keith Wilson, ---, Isabelle and ---
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