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The biggest problem in the world could have been solved when it was small.


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# Posté le jeudi 29 janvier 2009 20:18

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You don't have to do anything.
You don't even have to say anything.
If you just sit there, and smile,
you should know that for that moment,
you lit up my world.


# Posté le jeudi 18 décembre 2008 20:44

I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.

Of course she'd meant love in the casual modern use of the word. She'd heard it everywhere. 'I love your dress.'; 'Don't you just love this scent?' Love, love, love. As though it meant nothing; as though it weren't a sacrosanct word, a precious syllable, not to be used sparingly. She knew with a fierce certainty whom she loved, whom she had loved, whom she would always love. But never in her life had she uttered the word aloud.

I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.

# Posté le mardi 16 décembre 2008 15:01

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Love? It's kind of complicated.
But I'll tell you this: the second you're
willing to make yourself miserable
to make someone else happy,
that's love right there.

# Posté le samedi 13 décembre 2008 20:38

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When I told you that I didn't want you,
..................................it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.




# Posté le samedi 13 décembre 2008 20:35