I was at 'it' again...staring in amazement, with a smile on my face..
And there I was...feeling the content in my heart. Life could really be so beautiful.
'It' means looking at your hands holding mine while we're on the bus. Your both hands holding mine. Never wanting to let go. Never letting a minute pass by without having to hold it close to your heart.
When I go through my crazy work everyday thinking how close I am to quitting, when Im stressed out that the only thing I could do is shout, when the day is so rough I am almost close to tears, or when my life seems so pointless I could almost die...I remember 'it' vividly in my mind, your hand holding mine, your eyes staring and your lips in a content smile...I begin to remember the feeling....
...the feeling that life is still beautiful...
..coz I have your hands holding mine...
...both your hands holding mine...
I am content.
And there I was...feeling the content in my heart. Life could really be so beautiful.
'It' means looking at your hands holding mine while we're on the bus. Your both hands holding mine. Never wanting to let go. Never letting a minute pass by without having to hold it close to your heart.
When I go through my crazy work everyday thinking how close I am to quitting, when Im stressed out that the only thing I could do is shout, when the day is so rough I am almost close to tears, or when my life seems so pointless I could almost die...I remember 'it' vividly in my mind, your hand holding mine, your eyes staring and your lips in a content smile...I begin to remember the feeling....
...the feeling that life is still beautiful...
..coz I have your hands holding mine...
...both your hands holding mine...
I am content.
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