Monday, October 12, 2009

You,

It doesn't feel like we have time at all. And I want to stop and just drop everything for you, but it can't work that way, and I know I have to be patient, and I know I have to keep at it. But this is dragging on, and knowing myself, I tend to start changing.

And you,

We have to start always choosing happiness again. These weekends have been sulked and are worrying me. But undoubtedly, we still have the best times together. We Always Choose Happiness. It's a summer promise.
W.
PS. I love you both dearly.

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