The final nine seconds we count down in front of the microwave
Waiting for the dinner
The final nine seconds we devote to telling others about
Loving them forever
The final nine more seconds we may wish for at our last
Dying breath.
How differently we treat the same amount of time. Here's to making the most out of every second.
Love cooped up inside is not love. Here's to telling others we love them.
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HAHA
I just texted my dad, "I love you!"
His reply:
hey no play!!
Hehehe.. your dad's so cute haha :)
ReplyDeleteAND I LOVE YOU, STACEYYY! Good luck on finalssss and hopefully I can see you at least ONCE before I leave!!