On my way
January 8th, 2012I saw a backpacker
and I was jealous,
jealous at his bag.
It goes places, like everywhere.
I was once like that.
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I have only slipped away
into the next room.
I am I,
and you are you;
whatever we were to each other,
that, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
speak to me in the easy way
which you always used,
put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air
of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we shared together.
Let my name ever be
the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all
that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and
all will be as it was before,
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting
when we meet again!
Henry Scott Holland
Happiness is that moment where you feel everything is right where it is suppose to be. That moment where you think: “I don’t want to be anywhere other than where I am now.”
It can be found in the little things. While eating your ice cream in the park on a sunny day. While watching the sun set into the ocean. Or just a simple smile of a stranger that is passing you by on the street on a sad day can do the trick.
Those are just moments.
They can overwhelm you in the blink of an eye just as quick as it can be gone like that as well.
That is why you should cherish those moments at all times.

I want to thank you,
for all that I thought you wouldn’t do
and all that you thought I couldn’t do
But we did, and still do.
For all the love, the fights,
the passion at night,
and during the day.
That makes me stay.
The talks,
the walks,
through stormy weather.
Knowing that a love like sunshine is keeping us together.
So I’d like to thank us
And for all that stuff
For you, for me.
And for all that we are going to be.
For the laughter, the tears.
And the promise for many years.
That will come for us.
For the trust, the faith,
in you and me.
It makes me right where I want to be.
After all that I’ve been doing to help your ass,
You give me shit, you give me pain, you keep on giving me stress.
If you really love me like you swear you do,
You better change your ways.
Cause all I really want is you
untill the end of the days.

I miss you.

I remember him saying:
“I think you are so beautiful, I can look at you for hours..”
But then he turned away and never looked again…

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