D,
You are there. Moving. I can hear you. I can see you clearly. I can feel your touch. In that one blissful dream you are finally mine and mine alone.
Your face. Your eyes. Staring at mine.
For one moment there you existed in my world. A world that consists of just meeting you.
Come find me,
B
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Take a Sad Song and Make it Better
“And I thought about how many people have loved those songs.
And how many people got through a lot of bad times because of those songs. And
how many people enjoyed good times with those songs. And how much those songs
really mean. I think it would be great to have written one of those songs. I
bet if I wrote one of them, I would be very proud. I hope the people who wrote
those songs are happy. I hope they feel it’s enough. I really do because
they’ve made me happy. And I’m only one person.”
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The
Perks of Being A Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky
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