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The old, wooden clock hanging on the living room wall seems to tick much slower and more gently when I’m lost in a warm, good conversation with someone I care about.
Today’s mood: 90% caffeine, 10% chaos.
The way sunlight filters through linen curtains feels like a soft hug, warming the couch and turning dust motes into tiny dancing stars.
If the secret admirer is dumb, then the one who is loved is blind.
Yes, many years ago, my emotional my romantic my time and place, to today, has all expired, more importantly, the person who accompanied me at that time, actually chose to return the ticket.
Yes, many years ago, my emotional my romantic my time and place, to today, has all expired, more importantly, the person who accompanied me at that time, actually chose to return the ticket.
I hope the days are quiet, look up and meet tenderness.I hope the days are quiet, look up and meet tenderness.