every minute without you in it is a minute far
too long for my liking. i think about all of the
minutes i have lived without you, and i realize that
i have trouble remembering them all. they all
were born and died, as all things are, but they seem
insignificant when i think of you. because why on
earth would i want to remember a time when you
didn't exist? that's just crazy - and all around foolish.
you were and are still one of my favorite minutes
that i have had the pleasure of living through
and experiencing. you are time itself and all
of its wonder. you are happiness. you are love.
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