But in that person I've found everything I ever dreamed of. He has an
overwhelming passion for life. An artist. A dreamer. When he looks at me, it's
like he's staring at the stars. He see's a beauty I can't even hope to ever see.
He can look into my soul, without me saying a thing he can perfectly articulate
everything I've tried so hard to hide from everyone. He can't not touch me,
stroke my hand, my back.-leloveimage.blogspot.com
That whole thing about moving is falling apart again. I don't even know why. I mean essentially it's the same, isn't it? I keep throwing it away, and coming back for more. It's like a mini-vacation. Should I come back or stick with it? Should I give up blogging for good (which would mean like a week's break and then hello its me again)? Dislike.
