More Annoyed than Amused

Better than the Best

Posted by parsingtime on December 10, 2006

There’s no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard,
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart,
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things,
Like a shoebox of photographs,
With sepiatone loving,
Love is the answer
At least for most of the questions in my heart ,
Like why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it’s so hard?
It’s not always easy,
And sometimes life can be deceiving,
I’ll tell you one thing, its always better when we’re together

I like to think of myself as a relatively independent person. It always surprises me how much I miss Husband when I go out of town.  It may sound strange but I find it pretty amazing that I have the capacity to love someone as much as I love husband, given that he isn’t family (well he is now, but you know what I mean) and that I’ve only known him for a (relatively) short amount of time. It probably makes no sense, but I find it surprising.


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