connected

when i talked to her over the phone, she was standing in an aisle of a supermarket and cried for me. when i needed somebody with me, a good company and perfect distraction, she endured the twelve hour flight to be with me. now we are spending time together. she doesn’t hesitate to open her heart to connect with me.

what a bliss. thank you.

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Published:: December 22, 2009 / 8:40 am

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this is all about emptying pooled emotions from myself. accordingly, new ones could be filled in. like detoxing. I would love to hear what my heart really says. (I have ignored it for long long time.) hoping that I will be able to speak emotions fluently one day. then, a certain je ne sais quoi about myself.

it is going to be written whatever comes up to my mind. spilling out my thoughts freely as possible. I couldn’t guess how it will work out. however, I do dare to try it.

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