 This morning, with her, having coffee.  My wish for you Is that this life becomes all that you want it to. Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small. You never need to carry more than you can hold. And while you’re out there gettin’ where you’re gettin’ to. I hope you know somebody loves you. And wants the same things too. Yeah, this is my wish.   I had an epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.  Intimacy is the principal source of the sugars which this life is sweetened  For what it's worth: it's never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live the life you're proud of, if you find that you are not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.  They told me that to make her fall in love with me I had to make her laugh. but everytime she laughs I'm the one who falls in love  "I think you are wrong to want a heart. It makes most people unhappy. If you only knew it, you are in luck not to have a heart."  See there’s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It’s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.  Your freckles are the most beautiful stars. They dance across your cheeks, bridge your nose, and dot your forehead, forming a constellation that shifts with the seasons of your life. In summer, they might shine a little brighter, catching the sun's glow; in winter, they may fade, whispering secrets of the dark, waiting for the sun to return.
They're reminders of days spent under the sky, of laughter in the sunshine, and whispers under the moon. They tell stories of your ancestors, connecting you to the vast web of life that stretches across the night sky. Your freckles, your stars, are a testament to the cosmos's beauty. They live with you, breathe with you, and move with you. They stand as proof of the universe's complexity and wonder, reflected in you. So, when you look in the mirror and see them, remember, you carry a piece of the grand cosmos that is uniquely yours.  Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.  Coffee, hot chocolate, under a tin roof, in the rain... sounds pretty darn nice to me.
Make mine a caffè americano with two shots of white mocha!  "Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time." |
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