Wednesday, November 24, 2004
there comes a point in time when things just seem to spiral out of control.
when you feel like all is lost
and the world is a cruel cruel place.
the rain keeps falling and falling.
but there are people
who gently coax you all the time
with their presence, words and extent of love
that you feel you must try
to look beyond the grey clouds
and search for that ray of sunshine together.
you know who you are.
my dearest moomoo
who untangles my mess everytime
with unimaginable patience and understanding.
and my dear you
who keeps me going
with words of hope
and promises of better days
where all this senselessness will cease to hurt us anymore.
We will pull through.
the little oven posted at 8:50 AM
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