To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music the words make... ~Truman Capote

Thursday, August 11, 2011

We Just Know...

Ever had words written for you that make you do nothing but cry?
Especially from someone who once meant the world to you.
Especially someone you feared you might have lost forever.

We all do things. We all go places. We all meet new people. We all grow apart. We all live our own lives with our own deals and with our own cares. We all go through different things.

However...

In the end, we know who and what makes us happy. We know where we want to be. We know that despite disagreements and pointless nonsense that tends to get in the way of not only friendships or relationships, but life itself, we know that it can only matter to us for so long. 

We may not know these things for a long time.
But eventually...
we grow up,
we look at things differently,
and we just know.
Thank you for your words...
You'll never know how much they meant to me.

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