Many people love you. Not just one person. Not just your Mom and Dad. Many people. More than you can count on one hand, or even two hands. There are people you have not even met yet who already love you. And people you met only once, many years ago, whom you didn’t even exchange words with, just a glance. I think that even I love you. I’m one of many. And so many people can’t be wrong.
Thursday, August 21st, 2008