You know how there are just some people, some people who you look at and think
"Wow, you are actually in my life."
And you can't quite believe it. Like, how did you get so lucky to have this one person in your life?
To have this one miracle of a being in the same location in the same universe at the same time as you?
You think, did I deserve this? Why have I got this amazing person in my life? How did I get so incredibly lucky?
But there's no way you can express these thoughts to them, so you settle for just being with them, and feeling more grateful every minute you spend with them.
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confessions of a thinkaholic : poetry and prose
PoetryThere are a lot of thoughts in my head. Sometimes I turn them into poems. Here's a collection of poems, or miscellaneous pieces of writing, that I'd like to share.
