Toronto is confirmed. Can’t wait! At least I’ll be in the same time zone as you :)
I wonder how will it be like when it’s time for me to go.
Can I really leave all of this?
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it’s when you hold my hand
or when you call me in the middle of night on your way home
it’s when we share a laughter
or when we both think of each other at the same time.
Here I’m tumbling for you ;
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a lovely day today, lunch with two great friends, light shopping and coffee with another, watched a good dance performance.
am starting to write here now, maybe because whatwasbest feels too heavy to return to.
It’s only been a few days, or is a week (?) since the end of my exams. Yet why does the holiday seem to be passing by too quickly and too slowly at the same time? I feel like I’m missing something but I don’t know what. there are things to look forward to -hopeful things, things that I wish to have, that I (really) wish would come true. And will they come true or not, I don’t know (yet).
a lot of things could happen tomorrow & somethings don’t get second chances. I took a breath and jump over the side. -
I use to think we could sit & wait for the times
and maybe all I’m hoping is for you to notice
that the far away look
is only a practice
for the time when it’s time for you to go
to that far away land
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he’s not well, no one is well either.
there just isn’t a way for things to get better, I suppose.
If only there’s a cure for pd.
I can’t tell you how much I don’t want you to leave
but I can’t say those exact words either
because if in turn and it is me going
you would let me go too
/
I don’t think I can ask you to stay
but I hope you know
I really want you to stay
