December 2011
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i still open those two pages every day, with hope i get a glimmer of that beautiful spark.
You’re sitting right in front of me, but, it feels like I’m alone. The words pierce deep, cut through me.
I don’t know what to do. You’re right here; but still I’m missing you.
Your words.. I read those words everyday. Where have they gone? I don’t know how to make them come back. I pray everyday for another. It hurts but I keep believing.
I love you,...
I guess sometimes, I miss the little things.
Because sometimes, it’s the little things that matter.
This is me.
I’m giving it everything.
I’m not faltering.
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Sometimes, all it takes is some perspective. All of a sudden, you’re awake again. Like you’ve just woken from a hazy, numb daydream. Everything seems crisp, clean and present.
Moments are fleeting; in a blink, it’s past. One at a time, they slip by, like looking up on a rainy day, watching raindrops falling by.
It’s a lot of responsibility; this life. Something so...
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Words
The world communicates in such an inefficient manner. Sometimes, it feels as useful as the morse code in a rush. Other times, the signal gets lost in translation, simply because the squishy computers processing the data are working off different operating formats.
Sometimes we just want telepathy.
Well, we make do. Thats how things go. With words, we convey our message. we explain things...
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17th
I know its hard but I know we can work it out, together.
I have a whole day planned.. it’s gonna be fun!