Is wanting to feel as loved as I know I am all the time a sin? An indication, a simple gesture is all I've ever wanted. A hug from behind, a kiss on the cheek, a proclamation of love*hopeless romantic, sorry*. Heck, even that bright smile you used to flash in my direction, would suffice. All I know now is love and hurt is mutual, and that I am imperfection itself. It's suffocating, frustrating, annoying, and wounding to the ego and the personality. However, I am never going to give up on us. Not now, not ever. We made a promise, and the promises we made, defines us, remember? I love you, my silly mickey. Even on rainy days(metaphorically speaking) like this.
It's been a year, 2 weeks and a day.
It's only the beginning of a lifetime of excitement with you.
Can't wait.
P.S To my non-existent readers, I'm okay, in the midst of my trials but I promise that I will update in exactly ONE more week? Loads of pictures and updates to do. I'm tired already, thinking about it!
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A hidden sanctuary. A safe haven. An impenetrable line of defense against all the complicated things that life throws at you. This is what this is. Complete. Whole, even, with you people around, giving me all the strength I need to go on in life. Ohana. It's what you people are to me. =)
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