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.
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
The List Gets Bigger Every Year
You are on a big list of small things that can still make me cry.
It was a rainy day, and you dropped me off in front of the centraal station. A quick kiss on the lips, and I hopped out and you drove off.
I looked around your beautiful city, and tried to remember every last detail of it. The canals we walked along, the flower shops you showed me, the shopping mall you frequent. We were in every corner.
And the rain hid my tears as I silently bid the city and you farewell. I didn't know if I'd ever be back, and if you'd still be in the picture.
The city had your face, your name, and I found you in every corner.
Every single of tears coming from god, every single love story coming from heavenly father
ReplyDeleteThis blog is also on that list.
ReplyDeleteIt was a rainy day, and you dropped me off in front of the centraal station. A quick kiss on the lips, and I hopped out and you drove off.
ReplyDeleteI looked around your beautiful city, and tried to remember every last detail of it. The canals we walked along, the flower shops you showed me, the shopping mall you frequent. We were in every corner.
And the rain hid my tears as I silently bid the city and you farewell. I didn't know if I'd ever be back, and if you'd still be in the picture.
The city had your face, your name, and I found you in every corner.