teacheryorch
What evidence do I have that you still love me?
Is it those random moments you kiss me? hug me? or tell me you love me?
I love you
I guess that's my evidence.
I am concerned that my child won't remember all these times when he's older. I know he's not even 1 year old, but I WON'T forget - how could he?
Will he remember all the love he receives?
Will he feel all this happiness?
Will he smile when he sees us?
Will he always remember we LOVE him?
Rally up to have your love back.
Rally up to see what happens.
Rally up to have more fun.
Rally up to do work.
Rally up to see you actually love me again.
Rally up to see that twinkle in your eye.
Rally up to notice I'm afraid to show you love.
Rally up because you deny me love.
A tiny bug.
A small insect.
Why must we always say TINY and SMALL, are there HUGE and BIG insects?
This has nothing for me, this word means nothing to me. I feel nothing for this word, this might be stupid or not, but I don't like it.
Ants perplex me.
Why can't we be so organized, work-oriented, goal-oriented?
Why can't we listen to our elders?
Why can't most men respect women?
Why can't we be so STRONG?
They're so tiny, so easy to squash; yet, if they could be at our level we'd have to do what they say.
What the world needs is a sponge that absorbs all the negativity and then dumps it elsewhere. We need to move away from this negativity - why can't people just ACCEPT?
It's the way to my heart, it's the path to my mind, and the trail to my soul.
Sincerity, love, happiness,... a smile, a caress, and a tight squeeze.
It's you - a direct road to me.
Our avenue.
I offer you a deal.
I will give you my heart and soul as long as I can feel loved and filled with happiness forever.
The mist settles and here I am, lost again.
I look around and I try and find her again. I know I've seen her again, but things are different now. I still feel a jump, a little kick, but it's not like before. I know my heart will always love her somehow, just not like before.
That mist has settled, we are no longer whom we were.
I am the living examples of a chance.
She should've never had given me another chance, not after so many tries.
Sometimes I feel I don't deserve her, but I know she loves me and I love her.
I was given chances and here I am - married to her with a beautiful baby boy.
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