These are my letters to the people I love and care for, the people who I think of, the people who have an impact on my life. Letters of my thoughts to you. Letters of the things I wish I have said. Letters of the things that I wish I could say.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Breakfast
I don't ask for much. I don't ask you to do many things for me but when I do ask, it'd be nice if you did it right then and there. Or if you say that you'll do it after one thing then you'll actually do it and not forget about it. I make you food all the time and I do put some effort into it. I wish that you would do the same. The food doesn't have to be perfect. It's the thought that counts. The fact that you made food for me is enough. I wish you would understand that.
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