March 2012
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I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.
– Frederic Chopin, LettersĀ (via libbylace)
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When my future husband asks me to marry him.
Him: Will you marry me?
Me: I would love to, but have you asked my fathers?
Him: Your dad, yes?
Me: No, you forgot one, my Heavenly father. Did you ask him?
Him: He's the one who introduced us; he is the one who ignited the passion I feel in my heart for you. He has giving me a love for you that I will never feel for any other woman. The question was never, "Maybe I have her", it was only when. I just want to be sure you, my dear, were on the same page as I am. That you really want this as much as I do.
Me: You have no idea.
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sometimes i get this gut feeling that everything you say is indicated to hurt me in some way
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friend: eats a whole pizza, french fries, drinks a regular coke and loses 5 pounds
me: look at an apple and gain 10 pounds
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goodbye A in French hello B