Thursday, May 1, 2008



A girl asked a boy if she was pretty.

He said no.
She asked him if he wanted to be with her forever.
He said no.
She then asked him if he would cry if she walked away.
He again said no.
She had heard too much.
She needed to leave.
As she walked away, he grabbed her arm and told her to stay, he said,
"You're not pretty, you're beautiful. I don't want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever. I wouldn't cry if you walked away, I would die."

If I could be any part of you, I’d be your tears. To be conceived in your
heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips

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