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There are no words. No perfect words. Just, simply, I love you.
How can I tell you that I love you, I love you
But I can't think of right words to say
I long to tell you that I'm always thinking of you
I'm always thinking of you, but my words
Just blow away, just blow away
It always ends up to one thing, honey
And I can't think of right words to say
Wherever I am girl, I'm always walking with you
I'm always walking with you, but I look and you're not there
Whoever I'm with, I'm always, always talking to you
I'm always talking to you, and I'm sad that
You can't hear, sad that you can't hear
It always ends up to one thing, honey,
When I look and you're not there
I need to know you, need to feel my arms around you
Feel my arms around you, like a sea around a shore
And - each night and day I pray, in hope
That I might find you, in hope that I might
Find you, because heart's can do no more
It always ends up to one thing honey, still I kneel upon the floor
How can I tell you that I love you, I love you
But I can't think of right words to say
I long to tell you that I'm always thinking of you
I'm always thinking of you....
It always ends up to one thing honey
And I can't think of right words to say
Cat Stevens - How Can I Tell You
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I love nothing in the world so well as you.
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4:44pm
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you do, it's uncanny. Thanks, J.
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These are my gloves. Actually... they are not my gloves. I came upon them by. Well. Thievery. I kept saying to myself, I must return these gloves. I must return these gloves. Gosh, I hope I forget that I must return these gloves. Well, I honest to goodness did. Forget. Until the minute the car pulled away. Then I remembered. But, you were still standing there. On the curb. And I looked at her and said, gosh, I still have his gloves.
It's rather a good thing, though, that I have them. I wore them on the walk through the woods, even kept them out of the mud when I fell head over tree stump. I wore them on the plane when it got too cold. I wore them on my way to class. Just for a minute. And they were quite a comfort the other night when I reached beneath and found them under my pillow. You have no idea what a comfort that was. All this from a pair of gloves that I was told to "throw away if I wanted. Horrid old things." (Your words, not mine).
This is my dog. I didn't actually acquire him via thievery. He just stuck his tongue in my glass of ice water. At the moment, I'm happier with the gloves.
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Thank you, M. x
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Aug 26, 8:10pm
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Wow. I am not a Hillary fan, but her speech tonight was stunning.
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Aug 25, 5:16pm
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What I believe
I believe that it's OK to be 36 years old and still love the color pink; that some day they'll discover that doggie kisses are the ultimate cure for wrinkles, or, at least, sadness; that you can eat chocolate cake for breakfast, especially if you choose to wash it down with a large glass of ice cold milk. I believe that it's OK to cry, even if you're on a bus. I believe in people. I believe in Sunflowers - painted or otherwise; that compassion is the only thing that will get us through this life; that life is hard enough - we should be helping one another through it.
I believe that Carolina blue is the color I always want my sky to be... but that I will always bleed NC State red. I believe in integrity, science, and caffeine.
I believe that despite all of the ugliness I see in people, people are generally good. I believe that we will all be forgiven our trespasses. One day. I believe in wearing your best perfume to work in the garden; that working the soil is good for your hands and your soul; that caring for someone whom you love and who is dying is a privelege; and that it is quality of life we must focus on. I believe it is OK to let go, to hibernate, to grieve. I believe that no two experiences are the same. Ever. We may be able to empathize, but how we feel, each of us, is deeply personal and unique.
I believe in bumblers (the bee-kind). virgin pina coladas, that it's OK to use 4, 5, or 6 "Bouncy sheets" in the dryer, and in clothes, still warm from the dryer against my skin.
I believe that we should indulge our loved ones; in listening to people and to scenes (open your ears and your eyes on a crowded bus sometime and you'll see what I mean). I believe in kindness, gentle touches, assuring nods, outstretched arms, and smiling at strangers.
I believe that the best way to learn anatomy/chemistry/every last cranial nerve is to cover the walls with your bedroom with diagrams, charts, and a whiteboard for 2:00 AM inspirations. I believe in decorating your walls with running shoes that are too worn out to wear (so far, I have three pairs hanging).
I believe that swimming with the dolphins can save your life and your sanity.
I believe in love.
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