16 hasn’t ended, it is going out with a touch of whimper and indegenious wrinkles of desperate glory. I am not saying 17 is better, am saying 17 is the year of reckoning.
Merry Xmas and a dazzling 2017 for all of us. Cheers!
Yes, no propaganda, no hustles, no despairing efforts to tell people it’s a day we await every year, no inane posts on FB as if it was the last day on this restrained earth and am the only one celebrating a special day of its kind. Yes, we all love moments in life, and we cherish to treasure them in gift boxes. Gifts of immortal jars that get vanquished by blessings of the eternal.
By the way, happy birthday to my sweetheart and soul of my glorious life.
your smile when I wake up is the sweetest good morning wish. you sitting in my lap when I have my lunch makes me drool over you in a flash of cuddling romance. another smile when I leave for work keeps me soaked for the rest of my day. when I am back, your smile is what I wait and despise the day that took a long time to get over.
yes, your smile is magic. yes, your smile is my energy. yes, your smile is my way forward. yes, you smile and I smile. vicious kisses all over.