sometimes... no often times i seem blue because i choose to write that way. i refuse to admit my happiness because it's easier to put in words the gloomy feelings. the ink of my pen, the will of my fingers to type is uprooted from a feeling of unhappiness.
but i am happy. i just dont know how to describe that feeling. i love being loved... cherished being prioritized by someone. thankful that i have him. glad that he's acts the way he is.
loveyou hal ^_^
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