Sometimes my words are not enough. Sometimes my words come out in a disastrous tsunami of sounds that do not relate. And sometimes my heart blocks my thoughts, so they do not come out accurately. Please forgive me for that.
Sweet little messages we sent each other throughout our busy days were the best part of the days.
Comparison is the thief of joy. This appeared on the first page of my feed, shortly after comparing how others would probably handle my current situation different, better, in the correct mannner.when compared to me
"It's refreshing to find someone different in the world because too many people are all the same." "i'm not an easy person to be with." "i'll drive you crazy, and sometimes, you'll hate my guts." "i won't stop caring about you.