When I look at the hands of time and see their continued motions, I can't help but hate them. They are a constant reminder of all the time I don't have to list everything I love about you. Like the way you stare in deep focus or are passionate about your wise words. The way you smile at old friends and loving family members. I love the way you speak and carry yourself in such a way that I aspire to be as great as you. I love seeing the happy in your eyes when we embrace and when the giggles kick in and the humor continues for hours. That old ticking clock is an illusion. Love is timeless and words are precious. We live in the moment, and in this moment I couldn't love you more.
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Tales of a Neverland Lost Girl
General FictionThese are a collection of short stories, poems, monologues and whatever else I like that have been trapped in my head for a while. Xoxo
