This Is For Me. And Me Only.
You need to get this straight. This isn't for you. It never was, and never will be. This is for me and me only. It's something you won't understand. Something that you should just leave alone. This is something that you should let me have. Something, that's mine.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Something About You
Everything about you is beautiful. Every word that comes out your mouth. Every act that you do. How you carry yourself. And everything about how how you look is beautiful. You are beautiful.
Friday, August 6, 2010
A Such Thing
There are such things as mistakes, because they teach us, and we learn from them. Plus, we're only human, so mistakes are inevitable for us.
Take A Chance
Spread your wings and fly. You'll never know if you can or can't, unless you try. So, what are you waiting for?
Nothing Less and Nothing More
You know what I notice? Too much or too little of anything isn't good. You've got to have just the right amount. The perfect balance.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
The Words in the World
There are over millions of billions of words in the English language, but it never ceases to amaze me that not even one, can describe you accurately. Only a few can come close to, but never exactly. You're really something.
The Perception
Before I met you, I wrote a list of characteristics that I wanted you to have. Complete with an idea of how you'd look. Then, I met you. Even though you had none of the characteristics, and looked nothing like what I thought you'd look. You were, simply to say, perfect.
The Sign
"Just forget it" you told me.
I cannot and will not forget. It is carved into my memory. No matter how hard I try to break that memory, the shattered pieces of it will always patch up to make what it once was. No matter how bruised and beaten it is, it will always heal and persevere maintain to its form. In it's own way, it's a sign to me. And I will never ever forget it.
I cannot and will not forget. It is carved into my memory. No matter how hard I try to break that memory, the shattered pieces of it will always patch up to make what it once was. No matter how bruised and beaten it is, it will always heal and persevere maintain to its form. In it's own way, it's a sign to me. And I will never ever forget it.
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