Those texts, filled with only words.
Just words.
Nothing to most, something to me.
Each and every one meant something, like a page in my favorite paperback book.
Or like a bite out of mom's all-time favorite crispy chocolate chip cookies.
Though it seemed hard for me to erase some, I was forced to.
To avoid occasional traffic congestion in mymobile.
Ohh, such memories.
3 comments:
what kind of phone do u use?
mine's this old, tua and ugly phone 'sabun'.
so i understand what ur going thru. i like keeping texts as well...
i'm, like, so grateful that my dad decided to change his phone when he did..
i was running out of memory!!!
then i got his phone so i can now keep more texts than ever..
hahahahahaaaa...
i'm sorry for u, though
:D
Almaz and Fear;
I already switched to nokia5130. Thank God! Now I can keep tons without worries :)
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