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.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
The Protective Nature Of Glass
I sometimes wonder what you're thinking of me, then I remember that you're probably wondering what I think of you, which makes me wonder if any of us ever think of ourselves.
I'm wondering who you really started this idea and writings for. There was a time I believed it was me, but I didn't even find out about it until last year so that's pretty upsetting.
Have you find your answers...you are thoughtful everytime..may be most of the problems are solved by this time..only a few of them may exist....if i could help you..it would be very nice to see you.
... I don't remember telling anyone about my feelings for Princess before ... prolly because I had no words to describe my feelings until I saw this...
This just put a lot of things in perspective for me.
ReplyDeleteI'm wondering who you really started this idea and writings for. There was a time I believed it was me, but I didn't even find out about it until last year so that's pretty upsetting.
ReplyDeleteI love this . . . it's often how my mind words.
ReplyDeleteHave you find your answers...you are thoughtful everytime..may be most of the problems are solved by this time..only a few of them may exist....if i could help you..it would be very nice to see you.
ReplyDeleteLets see which part is true . For me the later half n u?
ReplyDelete... I don't remember telling anyone about my feelings for Princess before ... prolly because I had no words to describe my feelings until I saw this...
ReplyDeleteDo we ever think of anything else?
ReplyDeleteyes. yes.
ReplyDeleteSo, does that make the glass dome a think tank?
ReplyDeleteThis is so clever. Reminds me of: "You wouldn't worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how seldom they do.”
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