» there’s love, which is much deeper, much different. It’s a thing of beauty.
Kiss me. Take my hand and stare eagerly into my eyes. Gently push me up against the wall, move in close so your body is pressed against mine. My heart flutters and my blood rushes because I know this is it, this is going to be our first kiss. My eyes say, “follow me to the ends of the earth” and all I want to do is be yours.
The Lines on our hands state that we are for Forever.
"The Lines on our hands state that we are for Forever"
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Wednesday, November 24, 2010 at 6:47 PM
i was reading jodi picoult's
"a change of heart"
when i started thinking to myself.
what if i had a change of heart.
like a heart transplant.
would i still be me?
past heart transplant cases have shown
that the receivers tend to become like
the ones that donated their hearts.
what if my heart was replaced with
someone else's?
the heart that is so in love with C.
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