Friday, July 10, 2009


You really don’t know what love is until you get to a point where you’re ready to trade ten years of your life for a single kiss, all your wealth for a single touch, or when you’re willing to leave someone you’ve been with the last decade for a total stranger. Love isn’t about the time you spent with someone, or the challenges you’ve gone thru together... It’s about that rush of butterflies in your stomach or that single heartbeat that says..."I’d rather have a day with this person than spend an eternity with someone else..".
Freeze. No one moves, unless I said so. But no one stopped. The world moves, changes from time to time—ignoring me, ignoring you.

It goes around like a carousel, turning, circling, not knowing who rides. It goes around like time, twitching past hour, rush hour, last hour. It forgets me, it forgets you. Only remembers if you do something dangerous. Only remembers you doing extraordinary. Always forgets what values you. Always leaves.

Sometimes, it feels like you don’t belong, alone. And when you feel like no one’s there, maybe a shadow here waits. Like Me. Maybe a shadow here needs. Like Me.

Step inside, touch, twist. Be carried.

I wish I was your shadow.

love, now and always,


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