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Sometimes I wish that I am the special one for him. But I isn't. I am not that unique one. I love the wrinkles near his eye when he smile or laugh.I love the lines on his forehead when he tries to figure out something or when in doubt.I love his hands which is big and strong and seem so warm to hold.It is just that I am not that special one.4.20am 29Nov2008 SaturdayAnd..Friendship is something which is just so on the surface. Friendship weakens over time. And then friends might just become a passer by someday.Friends. I really coundn't defined them. Even the dictionary, wikipedia or encarta couldn't give me the explanation I want.