we pick flowers to give to someone we love, but why not take her to a garden and show her where they belong? let her see them bloom, still rooted in the earth, still becoming what they were meant to be.
how beautiful it is that someone, a hundred years ago, put their feelings into words without ever knowing that one day, someone not yet born would read them and feel understood.
and be as happy as this moment allows me to be. for when the end comes, whatever it may be, i wish to look back and know that i let myself be happy while i had the chance.(2/2)
what if all i have is this moment, this ordinary day, this little thing that makes me smile? then let me be happy here, before time takes it away. let me enjoy it as much as i can, laugh a little longer, cherish a little deeper..(1/2)