My stash has increased. Jaime rightly says I am like a little boy on Christmas day. To think my maths class, whom I have been harder on, two thirds of the stuff on the table is from them. What I appreciate most, not the chocolates, not the miscellaneous little presents, but the cards, with their little messages of thanks; warms the heart.
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
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it's scary how girls' handwritings these days look THE SAME.
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