Tuesday, June 22, 2010

soaring high

it was back then when he was much younger that he waited for her in the corner of the road. The next few years passed at lightning speed, but he still can feel every inch of her on his hands. she was wearing a white dress with pink floral patterned on it.white summer sandals. she twisted her hair up and let some twirling down to her cheek. she rolled her brown hazelnut eyes at him. smiled gently. her lip was warm and sweet as he reached her in his arms and gave her that kiss. she won't complain. he has made her continue to fall in love with him in every single day. she was a rebel. she is still now. could you make me continue to fall in love with you in every single day? to love means to share things, to love means to be able to be friends, lovers, guardian, at the same time. to love means to give beyond the expectations, to love means to trust, to love means to notice every details, to love means to respect. she or he could have been someone that you never wished for, someone that you don't even think about, someone that gives those sparkles when it is least expected.... you-your pain was my pain, it went both ways....words are better left unspoken, sometimes.

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