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not so very close lives a girl with wonderful eyes thatsmiles for a boy who lives so very far away

i spend so much time loving the brisk beautyof autumn and the silence stillness of winter, i sometimesthink of nothing else. then one day, i ope..

along the beach one day, i came across a simple old balloon man and a girl. barefoot, the girl walked up to the old ballon man, innocent and drea..

day after day, night after night, we dream of who the perfect girl would be, shouldbe. we dream of holding her, dream of dancing with her for the..

the spine crackles from years and years of reminiscing as i open the old faded photobook. its pages hold black & white and sepia tone memori..

our whole lives we have these plans, plans of who we're going to be, where we're going, and who we're going tomeet there. then all of a sudden, ..

i've lost my button, myalways button, the one that's sewn inbetween. he's a round little fellow andever somellow, yes my 'always' is the one that..

i run my fingers up and down the smooth keys, silently working my way through a calm and unfinished suite. both black and white keys meet my fin..

what a perfectly silly voice he has, and he matches it with his music. he can ride a bike with one wheel or two, he can grow a mustache whenever h..

to distant friends and closer ones, to silly arguments and stories told. for love and laughs, for food and fun, and when the room is still with..