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Lost days, pictures fade.
Two souls...
Thursday, 20 October 2011

I kept smiling for no reason.. then realised I was thinking of you.


I know we've been through a rough patch and it ain't fun. I wasn't supposed to hurt you and I didn't mean it. I just wasn't in the right state of mind to tell you something different.


I can't say I am and will be the one to be with you until the end of time. But I believe you can think of me whenever you need me. I do care.


"The most precious possession that ever comes to a man is a woman's heart". I am lucky to have a few. Yours just happen to be the biggest. 


Last thing. Woman's day must be today. I hate it because I am getting bored to death, writing these stupid lines. I wish for nothing but your smile, walking with you hand in hand, along the sunset and flowered-filled path.... which might never exist in this freezing cold. 


Can you feel it? Love is in the air, air is everywhere.