The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return

if you can't tell i've watched moulin rouge recently.
loves.


ciao.

come what may.

Seasons may change winter to spring

But I love you until the end of time

Come what may Come what may

I will love you until my dying day

And there's no mountain too high no river too wide

Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side

Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide

But I love you I love you until the end of time

Come what may come what may
I will love you until my dying day

Oh come what may come what may

I will love you oh i will love you

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place

Come what may come what may

I will love you until my dying day

*moulin rouge

missing.

i feel like something is missing. just a small part of my soul that most people wouldn't regard. but it isn't there anymore. we make relationships everyday. and some of those relationships stick more than others. some relationships turn into the people you grow old with or the people who hold your wedding dress while you pee (27 dresses. wonderful show). and frankly they leave an imprint on your soul. something they take with them where ever they might go. a little piece of you. so i suppose what i am trying to say is don't take those people for granted. because when they leave they still will have your heart whether they be in idaho or st george or half way round the world. just tell them that you care. and they just might give you a little piece of their soul to fill in where you gave yours. just a thought anyway.

southern bird.

fly away
fly away
oh little southern bird
here it is cold
there it is warm
here it is old
there it is new

but

don't forget me
southern bird.
even though
new birds fly
and new skies call
don't forget
your home.

Sometimes time seems to fly away.

7 hours barely feeling like 1.

and i don't know why

some days are like this.
and some are not.

but still.

i smile.

too know that even if the life i'm living

seems to be flying

i am in fact
still living.

sometimes... i dream in reality.

snow.

snow is such a wonderful thing. cold as it is. and seeing as i don't ski, i have had to find a new appreciation for it. and it really is amazing. little individuals falling from the sky. i think that is what i love most about snowflakes. they are all unique and special. just like you and just like me. similarities. between us. i love you cold snow.