Sunday, June 27, 2010
Every Word Feels Like A New One.
Thank you. You read it. You saw the fence. You saw the book i wrote to you. Now. I just wait. Love is my decision to make any of your problems my concern. I want that. But. That doesn't change anything. I will always love you. And i have tried so hard to make it work. I tried. You weren't stubborn like me. You gave in. You always knew i would be the one who stuck around. And didn't give up no matter what. You still know that. I love you.
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