i think i fall in love with people a little too much just in the way they sound at or how they look when they smile. And it's so addicting, when their eyes light up because you've remembered something they may have said.
"Parallel lines have a lot in common, but they never meet. You might think that's sad. But every other pair of lines meets once and then drifts apart forever. Which is pretty sad too." a little bit of mathematical insight about life stuff.
April will be extremely hard this year. Last night I thought of you, like that's something new? To dream of you and picture loving on your sweet face. I hope you feel my love for you where ever you are. My sweet troy
Tell me about your passions. Tell me what makes you tick. Tell me all the things you've discovered about yourself after all these years of searching. Why do you do the things you do, I want to get to know you so I can justify this that I feel for you.
Dust If You Must A poem written by Rose Milligan of Lancaster, Lancashire, England. The poem was first published in the September - edition of The Lady (magazine) in It is usually attributed to either "Unknown" or "Anon".
It was a question I had worn on my lips for days - like a loose thread on my favorite sweater I couldn't resist pulling - despite knowing it could all unravel around me. "Do you love me?" I asked. In your hesitation, I found my answer.