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Today, Was a Day

Today, was a day. Tomorrow, I will say, Will be the same. Though not good, nor bad.

But rather amazing.

For I will have you. And much to look forward to.

For even just a day, Even just a day, I'll say, Without you won't ever be the same. It will not be good. Lonely, certainly.

And rather melancholic.

For I would not have you, And little to look forward to.

So today, indeed, was a day. And tomorrow will be too. And so I say, these days are great. And the goodbyes sorrowful. But it'll all be okay.

Because of you.

I can't wait to strive ever onwards. To tomorrow and the many days thereafter. Together with you.

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I was thinkin about my wifey.

She's super cute. Like unreasonably cute. I have literally no way of expressing it and sometimes I get frustrated not being able to tell her how beautiful I know she is. I resort to just telling her every day that she's wonderful. But I would never have enough days in any lifetime to really have that amount to how I truly feel.

Just knowing she's in my life already puts a grin on my face. And yet whenever I see that bright joy of a smile she has, I can't help but feel like a miracle has been bestowed upon me. Whatever being is responsible for her being on this Earth, I am so eternally thankful.

I wake up everyday happy, just because she's there. That wonderful darling that I love beyond expression. I'm always so excited for the next chance I get to say "I love you."

Forever and Always.

Soon enough I will be there. And simply the thought makes me happier than I could ever say. So much excitement fills my blood and pulses like dragonflies over water. Racing. To hold you close and tell you the words I long to say to your very face. It fills me with such joy I fail to adequately express. Though I hope you understand what I mean, and how you feel the same too. Much Love, to you L, you beautiful woman. <3

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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy