The filfthy little things you fear at night.
These are the nights. The nights like tonight, where Randy lies beside me, softly sleeping, while I gaze upon the moonlit sky and I have a question to ask each and every star I see.
Will I be beautiful again?
Willi every be ahead on my bills again?
When will I finally be able to live the way I want to live, how I used to live. I want so much more ( Read more... )
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When were you ever not beautiful? Your friends see the beauty. The man sleeping next to you sees the beauty.
The bills, the stuff it would be nice to have - that's the everyday stuff to deal with however we can. But the beauty, the beauty of your friends, the beauty of the man beside you, and the beauty they see in you, that's what is real and lasting. When the everyday crap gets to you then take shelter in the hearts of those who see your beauty.
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Beautiful is too small a word for you. I'm working on inventing one that does you justice, though it may take me until I'm on my deathbed.
Again, I love you. And I hope tomorrow morning brings you the most blindingly sweet sunrise you've ever seen.
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