I am still waiting for him- whoever that may be- to walk into my bubble of life. The one who is able to paste an eternal smile to my face and who will make my heart melt. And hold my hand in his like he will never let go. And look at me like he will never set eyes on anything else. And we can lye there in that same spot... in the park... in the thick blanket of crisp white daisies and stare up at the clouds. And it will be that precious moment all over again. Except this time it won't be Daisies, Clouds and I- it will be Daisies, Clouds and Him.
In a white bubble of pure love.
Lovely Paragraph! He will come at the right time :)) x
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