#littlering

It was small and golden, it had little value, it was only gold plated, I asked for it to have no colors or stones, just a flower relief, it would soon be on the finger of my great love, I held it in my hand only once, my heart fell in love easily, sometimes with eyes, with smiles, with voice and also with smell, it was such a light love, that the wind would take it away before they said yes, once, twice, three times, a rogue heart, so many others made me suffer, always waiting in the drawer at home, this love arrives or it doesn't, it will end up losing its shine, every relationship is tense and painful, it feels more like the pregnancy and birth of a child, I waited so long for her, that I didn't even see time pass so quickly, I ended up getting old, the princess I dreamed of, must now be a queen, but the ring always belongs to her It will serve,I will still wait for you as long as you need,it also waits for you without being touched,in a small and beautiful little box,I said that it has little value,only in the material sense,when your little finger fits inside it,it will be a priceless rarity,witness to an immortal love.

I feel like the things I take interest in and reblog tell more about myself than I could efficiently do through writing. But, a few fun facts?

 I spend too much time thinking about things that don't really matter.

 I spend too much time dwelling over things that matter that I cannot control.

I considered going on about how I despise people who litter, how I enjoy Super Nintendo games, and how I love my dog and boyfriend, yadda yadda blahblah but never mind that.

I've got better things to do.    I've got nothing better to do, but I still won't.