Look at me. I am half of you. I am your half.
I eat half of your bread. I sleep on the half of your pillow. I get half of your blanket. I drink half of your milk. I get half of your attention. I have half of your love. I have half of your heart. Yet you have my whole heart. I am whole. How can I live and love out of halfs?
vineri, 25 aprilie 2008
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