Happiness is punctuated by bouts of sadness. Bliss is often short lived. How long can a perfect dream last? After all, all good things come to an end, don’t they?
Not necessarily though.
Sadness is followed by moments of wide smiles and eyes giddy with delight. Bliss can be eternal even if for a few minutes. A perfect dream can come true even in its real imperfectness. An end is usually another beginning to even more good things.
It is amazing that i blog so less. Sooner or later, this may become a dead blog. *Shiver* But hey, if i blog less , it probably means that i am getting over myself. That my selfishness is subsiding. That i don’t need to tell people what I THINK.
That would be such a good feeling. :) To free myself from vice. ;)
There are days when your memory stirs my thoughts and my little heart clenches with hurt and bitter sweet pain. The tide in my eyes rises and an obstacle forms somewhere in the throat. Despite this, i smile and pray for you with all my heart. You gave us so much happiness in the short time you were here with us. I miss you so. I miss you so. I miss you so.
I can’t find a picture of us together, but i will always have the picture where the seven of us stand together smiling, without a care in the world. Seven minus one= six and yet today, we still stand seven with a cherub joining the league. But you, you will be missed. ALWAYS.