I picked up my hat and started to write.
"You are a place in a story, in which I stop and find myself.
You are my best problem.
And I want you to feel this. Because this is what it feels like."
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.
Please tell me this story has a happy ending. Not "happily ever after" because what comes after after is never that way. But the more-than-fleeting-happiness, the sit-on-the-sofa-with-cookies-and-milk, blanket-fort-building, travel-the-world kind of contentment that comes from a story of very great small things put together.
they keep watching, keep watching ... o_o O_O -_- o.o
I smile to you in the forests of your eyes. We are together in each other through our feelings. Our feelings make us humans. We should treat eachother, the planet and animals with love and respect :)
I do not dress like a hippie but I sure believe we could be nicer to one another!
I prefer to see the problem as how? Especially when LOVE already existed between. Life is so much easier to see when you are in pairs. Share your problem with me I plea..
You will never feel the way I feel, I wish you could every day.
No. Everyday you do what you do, I do feel something. Yet I could never feel what you feel. My heart has never visited and will never visit that place.
I feel badly for your heart.
i'm waiting for a piece of paper from texas. it may make you cry.
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