Wednesday, March 09, 2005
at times certain people flit into your life like a butterfly, and u choose to let them be blown away by the wind like a dandelion. Choosing to see the prettiness it left rather than the sadness it imbued. But after some time, the same pretty butterfly flitted back into your life, maybe it's your chase for it, or maybe the need for each other at the point in time, or maybe when both people felt comfortable back in each others arms again. Thank noy, although you most probably wouldn't be reading this til some time later, or maybe not at all. Thank you for coming back. Thank you sweetie and thank you slave as well. Thank you for helping me stand back up. It feels really good.
Unknown at 10:22 pm