..however, what was supposed to be an incantation to break the cursing wave of heartache, had resulted in the sudden zombification of their hearts...the citizens had been stripped of love, and as such, their hearts had crystallized under one single desire; seek out the loved,
pJ'ai mis des échasses à ressort pour ne serait-ce que te toucher
Mais tu sautes trop haut pour moi
Tu es bien trop rayonnante pour me voir
Demande à la lune, elle a toujours enregistré
Mes nuits solitaires a pleurer
Elle ne te les as jamais transmises…araître
I hate that so many people have never felt this way about anyone, and i envy those who felt it before me, bcus i can't remember what My life was like before i met her, and i can only look forward, and i love every damn second.
I thought that a good man was supposed to be strong to overcome anything that comes for him or the people he loves. To be the man that anyone could depend upon, and be the rock to anyone’s stormy sea.
I care about them, I'm curious about what's going on in their lives, I want them to be happy, and when we do talk or spend time together, I'm genuinely glad we did. But when we're apart, it can take a surprisingly long time before it even crosses my mind to message them.
Everyone did it back then. My friends, my secret crush, my sister, my pet fish. Blogging was a lifestyle, and if you didn’t have one, you practically didn’t exist. Quite literally, because there was no Facebook, Instagram, or any of the other usual yadda yaddas.