
You held up your hand, curled your fingers in and said
"This is how big your heart is. As big as a fist."
I held up my hand, closed it over yours and said
"No. My heart will always be bigger than your fist."
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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Perfect!
this remind me of him;
he used to ask me how much i love him..
& one day, i showed him my fist, and gave him the reply: "as much as my hand can hold, cause that's how big my heart is."
& i asked him back the question;
he said: "i love you doubly so."
awww. (:
a lovely notion. makes my heart melt :)
Sweet!
my heart grows bigger with every word you post here. <3
Very nice dialogue. Ever with the 'other', 'accurate' viewpoint, Iain.
I like the undertone of love over violence. I dont know if thats what you were going for but thats what I thought of when I read the "my heart will always be larger than your fist."
Amazing.
Love this.
AWESOME
-from malaysia
(:
such amazing imagery and layering
love it
So sweet! :)
My heart will always be bigger than your hate.
Your heart died.
A long time ago.
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