Love and Flowers…
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A very short love story.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Remember when we were young and yellow?”
“I do. You were beautiful.”
“So were you.”
“You’re still lovely.”
“I feel lighter.”
“So do I.”
“Shall we fly away together?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I can hear the wind.”
“Goodbye.” …
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Okay, so…LOVE YOURSELF
there are probably as many definitions
of love yourself
as there are people
to me it means being okay with myself
I am
and that’s good enough for me
the picture is pretty
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The Dream…a poem.
we said we would never get old
never slow down
never stop taking risks
never stop playing
we believed we
could stop time
and we did
for so many many years
but then
death stopped by
and you left
I was alone
and I couldn’t
hold back time without you
not with only half a dream
and what would be the point anyway
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Wedding Day…
Many people no longer want a “traditional” wedding. Love doesn’t care what you wear, or where you wear it. All that really matters is that you’re together. But no matter what anyone chooses to do, it should be fun, and done their own way.
Being crazy about each other, and just going for it, seemed like the right thing to do for the couple above.
I get that…because it sure worked for me.
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Species…words
it doesn’t matter
what species
every living thing
should be treated
with respect
and kindness
EVERY
species
has the right
to LIVE
and not be
seen as food
clothing
or car seats
all of us
should stop
killing each other
for any reason
always
choose
KINDNESS
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From the heart…a poem
flowers
from the heart
left by a secret admirer
he was touched
and quickly put them into water
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Those pesky dreams…a short story about love.
“You’re not in love with me in a parallel life we are sharing,” she said, putting a plate of pasta down in front of him. “We’re together, but you don’t love me. You love someone else.”
“That’s silly. You know I love you,” he said, picking up his fork.
“You don’t love me, in a parallel life, not in this one, you squirrel.”
“I don’t get it?”
“You don’t love me in another life we’re living together somewhere else,” she said, in frustration. “That’s where you don’t love me.”
“I’m only living this life at the moment, and I do love you.”
“I know, but I’ve been having these dreams. They’re always the same, you tell me you don’t love me anymore, and I can feel that it’s true. You’re cold and empty. You want to be with her.”
“I want to be with who?” he asked.
“I don’t know who she is.”
“Neither do I. How could I? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“That’s the problem with parallel lives,” she sighed. “They just stop by to visit and there’s nothing to be done about them.”
He stood up and dragged her to her feet. They started dancing, he held her close. “I love you. Always have, always will.”
“You are so mean in that other life.”
“It’s not really me.”
“I think it is.”
“We should be happy with the life we have right now, don’t you agree?”
“I am happy. I just wish the dreams would stop.”
“Honey, we’re ninety years old,” he laughed. “The only way we’re splitting up is when we’re dead.
“I never once doubted you. Not ever. It’s the other you I don’t trust.”
“It’s a dream.”
“It’s another life, somewhere.”
“Okay, but it’s not OUR life right here. I bet ice cream would make you feel better.”
She smiled at him. “I hate that other guy.”
“So do I,” he said. “And, if I ever meet him, I’ll punch him a few times for making you feel bad.”
“Okay,” she snickered, hugging him. “Chocolate with sprinkles, please.”
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