If you see beauty or pain, life or death, love or fear, it's because you see what you normally see when you look at the world.
Yourself.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
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My heart just cracked a little bit, but I think that's a good thing. I think that has to happen sometimes so things can get in and come out.
I never wanted to hurt you. I'm sorry. It hurts you don't even want to be my friend.
402 days I cried over you. I changed my guitar strings six times, cleaned every saddle in the city, rode one, two, 46 different horses, up three websites, published a milk carton ad for your sweet tush, memorized all of the songs Adele has sung (even her candid tunes that she sings in the shower) so I sing 'em to you, raised a baby into a bigger baby (not really, I don't have a baby, and saved at least $10 in Kleenex by buying it in bulk at Costco. Gosh, but to finally get to today and see what we've become... those 402 days were worth every tear and crumbled up Kleenex tissue. You're so dang sweet baby. As sweet as dried molasses. I love you.
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