I didn't hear from you this week. That sucks.
I still miss you so much. I haven't had as much spare time to think about you lately, though. That kinda sucks too.
How are you? Tell me what's on your mind.
I'm not in the mood to write a helluva lot tonight. I'm far too tired, between running around taking care of her, and spending about 8 hours on my design assignment (which is due tomorrow morning, how typical, ha ha).
I find it quite ironic how every little thing still makes me think about you. It doesn't help that every song I hear, every word I read seems to be about you. The first person I think of when I watch anything about long lost loves, or true love, or any sort of love... yup, no prizes for guessing that.
Every place I go, I'll think of you... Every song I sing, I sing for you... When I come home...
Much love, as always.
Hey, and hey back.
You know, some movie couple said something like that the other day. I thought of you.
But then again, I always do, don't I?
:P
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Sometimes the things that are the most beautiful remain so because they are untouched, unspoilt, unsullied by grime and time.
Those are the things that wheat desire for we know we can never attain them and this makes them that much more rare, that much more precious.
A beautiful memory that was lent us so we may know that it exists.
oh well, i was never meant to be a poet. =p
but u asked what was on my mind...
Give her a chance honey. Give yourself a chance. Perfection is only what we make of it.
The wheel is turning and the sands of time are flowing.
We have chosen our paths and now we can only follow where it leads.
We are puppets on a string...
soory, i know its plagiarism =p
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