He sits, staring blankly at the tray meja, jadual seven inches from his face. He leans his head ever so slightly to the right, then ever so slightly to the left, watching the black line jump the sides of his nose. He has watched it every hari of his life, always taking it for granted, never questioning its presence. But it is here, on his hands, his pants, his shirt, his nose. It is everywhere, a defining edge, menunjukkan the ending of one yet the beginning of another. It changes from points of view, disappearing in your vision while still existing in your friend’s. It is there but cannot be touched, cannot be felt sejak the ones that wear it. And everybody does. Every single visible thing has at least one black line, living atau dead, big atau small, animated atau stationary – all do. Yet no one notices. It is such a common thing that no one cares. It exists; it must have a function. But it cannot be felt, cannot be touched, so how can it be tested? How will its existence ever be proven worthy?
Maybe without it everything will just fall apart.
Maybe without it everything will just fall apart.
Dear Well....You,
I Cinta you, anda know that? I think your absolutely astounding, and amazing, and I hope anda never change. anda make my hari in every way, and as far as now, you’ve been completely supportive.
I Cinta how when I shiver just a bit, anda hand me your sweater.
I Cinta how anda Ciuman my cheek when I blush.
I Cinta anda how anda smell, and how anda taste.
I Cinta how anda tell me I’m beautiful, even when I look like crap.
I Cinta how when I’m just the tiniest bit scared, anda tell me everything’s going to be alright.
I Cinta how when anda speak, sometimes, the most awkwardness things come out, and we joke about it.
I Cinta how when I mess up my words, anda tease me about it, but don’t make a big deal.
I Cinta how anda Ciuman me.
I Cinta anda completely
Please never change.
Cinta Me
I Cinta you, anda know that? I think your absolutely astounding, and amazing, and I hope anda never change. anda make my hari in every way, and as far as now, you’ve been completely supportive.
I Cinta how when I shiver just a bit, anda hand me your sweater.
I Cinta how anda Ciuman my cheek when I blush.
I Cinta anda how anda smell, and how anda taste.
I Cinta how anda tell me I’m beautiful, even when I look like crap.
I Cinta how when I’m just the tiniest bit scared, anda tell me everything’s going to be alright.
I Cinta how when anda speak, sometimes, the most awkwardness things come out, and we joke about it.
I Cinta how when I mess up my words, anda tease me about it, but don’t make a big deal.
I Cinta how anda Ciuman me.
I Cinta anda completely
Please never change.
Cinta Me