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I don't want to be a lesson you go back to when you need to remember the definition of loss. I don't want to be a living memory that breathes and laughs only in your head, so close but you can only see when you close your eyes and hold only in your dreams. I don't want to be a tenant who rents a space only to leave permanent damages in your heart. I want to be a teacher you turn to for inspiration for things that last. I want to be an imagination happening right before your eyes, not in your mind nor in your sleep, whose hands you can hold and lips you can kiss. I want to be a housekeeper who stays to take care of your heart and make it my home for life.
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
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I don't want to be a lesson you go back to when you need to remember the definition of loss. I don't want to be a living memory that breathes and laughs only in your head, so close but you can only see when you close your eyes and hold only in your dreams. I don't want to be a tenant who rents a space only to leave permanent damages in your heart. I want to be a teacher you turn to for inspiration for things that last. I want to be an imagination happening right before your eyes, not in your mind nor in your sleep, whose hands you can hold and lips you can kiss. I want to be a housekeeper who stays to take care of your heart and make it my home for life.
#63 Jan.29.14 For Tristan
#love#happiness
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
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