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I have grown used to the silence. Accustomed to absence.  But I never let go of the thought that you are with me, always.  You will always be where my heart calls home.

you always told me I had a special place in your heart, and I always believed that. but to you, everybody was special. I didn't want to be just like everybody else. so I told you I was gonna leave, because I did not like crowded places.

It is painful to be in love. One way or another you're always aching for something.

five years of friendship five years of realizing how blessed i am to have you i. you breathe words that sound like poetry dancing in my ears. speaking charmingly written lyrics that come out like soothing melodies. ii. you are as delicate as a tulip blooming in spring, but also an intricately handcrafted beaut with eyes that hold the universe. iii. your mind is one powerful gift. it can be as serene as the ocean on low tides or it can rage like the winds on October. sometimes there is no in between. iv. it may not look like it, but you stand strong and tall as the Narra. standing firm behind your beliefs; holding on to your words like a sword; as strong as the Great Wall that no storm can tear you down; as strong as a woman.  v. you create symphonies that captivate hundreds of hearts. a kindred soul that saves those who drown in the abyss; showering stardust into people's lives, radiating them with your affection. and with that, i cannot thank you enough.

I have worn so many masks, I don't know what my real face looks like anymore.

The years have taught me that there are no permanent goodbyes with us... merely pauses for reflection.

This year I have learned that there are people you can stare into timelessly. Years become numbers that surround you, as insignificant as mere raindrops.   No construct as fleeting as time can make you lose sight of someone who holds both your gaze and your heart.

Some people lose more in their youth than most others will lose in a lifetime... But that is how the deepest, most loving souls are born.