Sometimes things are so amazingly written, that commenting feels unnecessary. That happens a lot when I read you. I just feel like there’s nothing left to say except listen to you…
]]>I’ve never been much of a blog reader, but from reading for so long yours has been the first ever to make me receptive for you as if I knew you personally. When I read that you’re sad, I’m sad when I’m reading it. And this post did the same. Because I wish I could be a voice from the far future to tell you that things may hurt now – but whilst Time might not have changed anything for you yet, give her more time to weave her web of life. This man might be your fate. Or fate might be directing you somewhere else, in another place, on another day, somewhere better.
Just remember – and believe yourself – that you have a golden fate waiting for you, being spun every day strand by strand.
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