Monday, December 19, 2011
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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.
*sigh* not much point in echoing back ... I do too (I do)
Yes, I miss myself too.
I just needed to hear it ....
Sadly this takes the words out of my heart.
I'm right here inside your heart where I'll always be.
Sometimes the things we do with no point at all, matters the most of all.
Isn't it so?
Don't say you miss me, too. (Please do.)
i miss you too anyways
nothing about my longing matters anymore.
there's no point.
cuz you don't even care anymore even if i do.
To know someone here or there with whom you feel there is an understanding in spite of distances or thought unexpressed - that can make this earth a garden. -Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
i miss myself being loved too.
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