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So often as I wait for sleep
I find myself reciting
the words I have or should have said
like scenes that need rewriting.

The smiles I never answered
doors perhaps I should have opened
songs forgotten in the morning.

I relive the roles I’ve played
The tears I may have squandered
The many pipers I have paid

Along the roads I’ve wandered
Yet all the time I knew it
Love was somewhere out there waiting.

Though I may regret a kiss or two,
If I had changed a single day
What went amiss or went astray
I may have never found my way to you.

I would not change a thing that happened
On my way to you…

**
i love you, too. =)

Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Krispy Kreme donuts. And fortunately, when there aren’t any donuts, we can still find assurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or an offer of comfort. Not to mention BreadPan, earplugs, an uneaten piece of chocolate, softspoken secrets,and the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things — the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties which we assume only accessorize our days are in fact, here for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. The idea may seem strange, but I know them to be true.