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For one of your hugs, I'd love to.
Rainbow Warrior
This is the guy who loves me, who listens to me, who encourages me, who's always got my back (and my front), who shares me unselfishly with others, and even puts the toilet seat down.
Was that too mushy?
(my girlfriend loves him too!)
Was that too mushy?
(my girlfriend loves him too!) 
Just a Girl in the World
Troublemaker
oh damn...I love Serendipity...I've LIVED this movie....I absolutely adore Kate B and John Cusack has never been in a bad movie, and Shawn Colvin....that crystal voice.....
You meet someone, and immediately, something about them just dives inside your soul, filling an empty you didn't even know you had. Then, THEN! That sudden, first electric touch and you know, you just KNOW, something magical is about to happen and nothing is ever the same again...love is your heroin...but instead of aching for your next fix you fly, you fucking SOAR! on gossamer wings and life becomes so effortlessly beautiful...and once you've had that love...how could anything less ever be enough?
You meet someone, and immediately, something about them just dives inside your soul, filling an empty you didn't even know you had. Then, THEN! That sudden, first electric touch and you know, you just KNOW, something magical is about to happen and nothing is ever the same again...love is your heroin...but instead of aching for your next fix you fly, you fucking SOAR! on gossamer wings and life becomes so effortlessly beautiful...and once you've had that love...how could anything less ever be enough?
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Just a Girl in the World
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“She reminds him of every good day he's ever had. Every summer spent in fields of grass. Every sunrise. Every sunset. She tastes like dew and smells like light. And when she speaks, it's like someone slowly plucking the strings of a guitar, a sadly beautiful song starting to play, all his own. And he loves her.” ~ Intentional Dissonance, Iain S. Thomas
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She turned to look at him as his hand stretched toward her, his fist loosely clenched. She never understood why she stepped forward, it just seemed the perfectly natural thing to do. "Hello" he murmured in a shy, quiet voice, proffering his still clenched fist. She reached out her hand, suddenly wanting to meet him, to know him, to see behind that shy smile. He tilted his hand slightly and a tiny white flower fell into the palm of her hand. It was exquisitely perfect, where he had found it on this barren city street was beyond her. She stared, mesmerized, finally realizing it wasn't a flower at all but an extraordinary creation of paper, carefully folded.
She looked up in surprise, already smiling, but he was gone, almost as if he had never been there at all.
She felt a pinprick of sudden emptiness that caught her by surprise. Then seized by an absolute knowing she frantically unfolded the paper and there it was. His name and a phone number.
She looked up in surprise, already smiling, but he was gone, almost as if he had never been there at all.
She felt a pinprick of sudden emptiness that caught her by surprise. Then seized by an absolute knowing she frantically unfolded the paper and there it was. His name and a phone number.
The Rose
Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed
Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who won't be taking, who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose
Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed
Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who won't be taking, who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose
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Quote by Freddie Mercury
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairy tales of yesterday grow and never die
I can fly
The show must go on.
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