I lost it.

I lost it..

I really lost it..

I thought I won't lost it forever.
But..
I'm fail to protect it..
This pencil full of memory between us.
One day,
we tuition at Institute Taiping,
I told you that my pencil was broke.
You changed your pencil with me although my pencil was broke.
When form 5, it's accident with hubby once.
He lost it and he thought he won't found it back,
so he ask me to borrow him another pencil.
Who knew that his uncle was found it beside the road.
Maybe this is a fate between hubby and it.
Those is the pencil.
I'm using hubby pencil about 1 year d,
I damn love this pen.
Full of energy to writing while using it.
I can't accept the fact that it already lost.
Just now while tt I damn moody.
I felt want to cry.
But I'm control myself because sir was teaching.
Of cause people may say,
* Can buy new de ma.. *
But it's already not the truth meaning for the pencil d.
I really hate that people who took my pencil box.
Why you so fast?
I already tried my best to go back there to search it as fast as I can.
Why??
Do you know that this pencil is how much IMPORTANT for me?
I can't lost it.
It was one of the memory between me and him.
Why you so bloody?
I HATE YOU!
I CURSE YOU LOST THE MOST IMPORTANT THING FOR YOU.
F*** YOU!!
(1st time I say this in public.)

And last,

Hubby..
I'm sorry..