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wordsbyt · 4 months
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I promise, I will never forget you. No matter how long you are gone. No matter how many days pass. My heart has no clock or calendar.
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delennier · 8 months
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(Quote by tumblr user wordsbyt, saw it used in a Good Omens edit by wmhalliwell)
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wnq-writers · 5 years
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I kept it all bottled up. Then, what should have been tiny drops of rain, poured out like a river. They were inside too long. I kept them hidden, so no one would know. And I nearly drowned myself.
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thequotejournals · 5 years
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Love Letter #618
If I wrote you a love letter, it would start out like a country song. I’d say you remind me of the moon, full of the light I need. I’d tell you that you are cool like the night, and you soothe me. That I need you to rest easy. To dream. I’d say the days with you are like long rides thru winding roads. That I can’t get there fast enough when I’m coming for you. I’d say you are brighter than the neon in our favorite place. That your smile warms my heart, like the fireplace we cuddle next to. That you take care of me in a way that is music to my heart. I want to wake up next to you. Everyday. Every day. How I want to be what you want, because that’s what I want. That I miss you when you’re not here, and will kiss you when you are. I’d say you are mine and I am yours then, now, forever. As long as I live. How real love never goes away. Never dies, even if I do. If I wrote you a love letter, I’d tell you all this.
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thoughtkick · 6 years
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“You control it. But don’t be too cautious. Love is spontaneous. It’s not structured. So, enjoy it. Sit back and enjoy it.”
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shareaquote · 6 years
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Love transformed me. I stood too close and it’s fire burnt my face. It disfigured me into another person. Someone no one could recognize. Even me…
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wordsbyt · 2 months
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She said, “I’ll be yours for a song.”
And I said, “but, I can’t sing.”
She replied, “then speak the words to me....”
So I did. I said “The day has come for you to know. That I love you’s can come and go. But a love like mine will last forever. From yesterday until the twelfth of never. For I have wanted this because I loved you. And my words have been silent, but always true. For to say nothing would be terribly wrong. I’ll be yours for a song, I’ll be yours for a song.”
She smiled and said “A song in the heart can be heard without singing. A melody of words like a bell ringing. To hear you speak the words you dared, makes me know you are the one who cared. To never hear them would have been terribly wrong. I’m yours for a song. I’m yours for a song.”
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wordsbyt · 3 months
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it really is
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wordsbyt · 2 months
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wordsbyt · 2 months
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wordsbyt · 5 months
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wordsbyt · 29 days
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Seems like the older I get, the less dynamic I am. No one listens to me now. My words go unheard. And I can’t decide whether they don’t hear, or don’t care.
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wordsbyt · 6 months
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A time machine.
That’s what I want for Christmas.
I don’t really care about capturing my own youth, I just want to go back to when my kids were small. When they believed everything I told them.
When there was magic.
I know that is selfish. They have their own lives now.
Just for a while….
I want to pick them up and carry them. I want to wipe their tears, because back then I was a somebody and had all the answers.
Back then, I was magic.
I know life gets busy.
Now they have their own things and responsibilities. I would not want to rob them of that.
And, I know I have it good. I have a whole world of things to be thankful for, including two fine women I have helped raise.
But when I saw a mom wipe away a little girls tear, and her pain magically went away, I knew that was what my life had been missing.
A time machine could give me that magic.
Can I get one for Christmas?
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wordsbyt · 2 months
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Waiting on someone to become “fully invested” is a foolish “investment” on your part.
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wordsbyt · 2 months
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And she was my spark in the morning, my alarm, my wakeup call. She was the hunger I had during the day, you know the kind. The kind that makes you feel like you can’t wait because you know how good it’s going to be. She was the nap I took because I couldn’t wait to daydream. She was the soft spot to sleep by, the cold side of the pillow I kept turning to, the late night talk that made me rest so good.
And she was the slammed door that locked itself. She was the silence that was so loud it was deafening. She was the empty feeling in my stomach because she wanted none of me. She was sleep on the couch because she didn’t want me near her. She was a broken heart, mine and hers.
Yes, she was......
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wordsbyt · 2 months
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