Saturday, December 12, 2009

5 Days

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned.
And I have to speculate that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay.
True, it may seem like a stretch, but it's thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you're away; when I am missing you to death.

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