» 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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Monday, February 28, 2011 at 9:49 PM
here i am, sick and dying
but i'm still typing out an essay for him.
not one but two ):
okay, i'm still surviving. HOORAY!

our one year is tmrr.
i've got a surprise in store for him.
(: please be happy my love.
one year isnt short neither
is it long as compared to eternity.


/time is only a measurement.
but love is a prove to the existence of time.
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