tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66846470894331445902024-02-19T15:04:12.530-08:00A journal of feelingsIt started with a sunset so ethereal, so beautiful that it ached my heart.
It carries on as a diary journalling the fragility of happiness and life.Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-53497451357795381962020-07-13T07:00:00.000-07:002020-07-13T07:00:24.025-07:00Cigarettes after sexYou are the drug I didn't know I needed<br />
A complete disregard for the rising sun<br />
As if my heart has never been broken<br />
And summer nights would never end.Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-83637103301750752082020-02-07T05:43:00.000-08:002020-02-07T05:43:30.048-08:00Time is just a place in my mind Five years later, I have learned how to love myself.<br />
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I have also learned that as black and white coexist, our world holds so much contradiction, like how loving myself never stopped me from loving you.<br />
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Five years later.Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-69613397635159741122019-07-09T03:44:00.002-07:002019-07-09T03:44:58.934-07:00Nothing really changes about loveI can't go online without looking you up, knowing very well what I see will hurt me. It doesn't stop me anymore, knowing that pain is inevitable. Like how I'd do it all over again if given a time machine, even now when I know we were meant to break. I've seen how this love break me to pieces and take me years to move on.<br />
I'd still choose you all over again.Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-64960801344684306532017-03-15T00:19:00.000-07:002017-03-15T00:19:42.599-07:00The hurt<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I clicked on the wrong tab today. One with our last chat history opened. Angry words, bickering jealousy, restlessness, and sadness all came back at one. Suddenly the memories didn't seem so far away. Suddenly I felt hurt like it was only yesterday.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">How did something beautiful like our love turn me into such an ugly person? Because I didn't have you, and you wouldn't have me?</span>Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-41744415793857491562017-01-02T16:50:00.004-08:002017-01-02T16:53:52.330-08:00Over it<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">To the boy who never loved me:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"I loved you anyway"</span></div>
<br />Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-5857625448441862822016-09-13T21:09:00.001-07:002016-09-13T21:09:50.368-07:00Now that you've forgotten what happened with us<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What do I do, when all I tried to give was love, kindness, and respect, and all you gave in return were text messages that were never sent?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was overcompensating for what, I don't know. I was trying to love you, forgive you, and then forget us. I shook myself up and left it behind, knowing that I tried my best.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Still, the lingering bitterness on my tongue reminds me that you didn't deserve it all.</span>Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-19574340723460654082016-08-26T00:47:00.000-07:002017-01-02T16:54:10.254-08:00We shall be friends no matter what <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"You broke me"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"You were already broken before we met".</span>Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-2774320227558841412016-07-08T03:19:00.000-07:002016-07-08T03:19:17.390-07:00Young love The way you move<br />
makes me want to sing<br />
about<br />
young loveAmy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-50494190048014250842016-05-18T17:13:00.000-07:002016-05-18T17:13:25.037-07:00Why didn't you love me when you could? <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I think you could have been the one. On paper we checked all the boxes. But I don't think you will ever love me the way I need. I was always trying to love you, and the most you could utter was that noone ever loved you the way I did.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Baby I don't want you to love me because I love you. Love is not a favour you pay in return.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I want you to say that Amy, damn it, you are so weird. You talk about things noone cares about and you act like a child. Stop acting like a child. Damn it Amy why are you so broken and why do you stare at the light with that empty look? You are bipolar, you're a hypocrite, you're a clean freak. You are so weird, so broken, so full of contradictions, and it annoys the fuck out of me but I fucking love you Amy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You didn't love me like that, did you?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-66479113476179498872016-04-07T04:16:00.002-07:002016-04-07T04:16:32.229-07:00The distance between us<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I was curling up in your arms, my head laying on your shoulders, my hand feeling the quiet beating inside your chest. Yet I know our hearts both belonged to somewhere we had left behind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">You were lying next to me and holding my hands. You smiled at me but I wasn't sure if it was a tired smile, or a sympathetic smile for all the memories we couldn't have because we could not and would not be together anymore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The distance between us is not measured by transoceanic airplane flights or cross-continent train rides. I cannot travel the distance between our hearts.</span>Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-13980399039968537512016-02-22T04:19:00.000-08:002016-02-24T18:57:03.726-08:00Unafraid<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Sunsets don't hurt the way they used to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I never even considered the possibility of potentially growing old alone, without a partner. But now, when dating seems equally joyful and hurtful, when there seems to be better things in life that having a family and kids, th<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">at</span> possibility seems more real<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">. It</span> creep<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">s</span> in <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">my dreams at night</span> when I lie between cold sheets<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">, alone in bed.</span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">But m</span>y heart doesn't ache at loneliness anymore. I am no longer afraid. Being able to share the wonders of <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">the world</span> with someone is a blessing, but, just maybe, some people aren't meant to be with anyone else. Maybe they are to spend time loving themselves, better and deeper every single day. Then so be it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I am not anti-love. I love love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And so if I meet you and fall in love, you will know how special you are. </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I will not be wanting love; I will be wanting you</span>. </span>Despite being happier when I'm single, despite not needing another to <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">feel complete</span>, I will still want to be with you. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Stranger, I will love you, despite it all. </span>Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-32023859701595045042016-01-23T05:25:00.001-08:002016-02-22T04:20:58.929-08:00The "casual" vulnerability with you<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">We can have a casual sexual relationship.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">But will it ever be casual, how my skin feels against your body and your bed sheets? Will it be casual, when my fingers fill the gaps between yours? Will it ever be casual, the secrets we share when my head lies on your chest?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I let a little vulnerability slipped when you introduce me to your girlfriend. A casual sort of pain.</span>Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-16254358074585267802015-10-20T07:51:00.002-07:002015-10-20T07:51:25.527-07:00How I lost my faith<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I did not lose faith on the day after my heart got broken. I did not decide that I've hurt enough, that I should give up on love once and for all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I was more like a rock in the ocean, taking white waves after white waves, and one day when the sun rose and the world woke up, it found me already turned into a million particles of sand. </span>Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-80423211713142418512015-10-04T04:33:00.001-07:002015-10-04T04:33:12.632-07:00I'm terrified<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Kurt Vonnegut said we can only fall in love three times in our life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">By now I know the flirting and the phases. I know the fight and the make up. I know what I want and who I can work with. I know too much I'm afraid I will never be crazy about anyone again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I'm terrified that I will end up with a complete checklist instead of someone I love.</span><br />
<br />Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-9999501460816436652015-09-10T04:47:00.002-07:002016-05-07T15:59:16.608-07:00There are the years that ask questions<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">There are the years that I crumble, and there are years that I slowly pick up my pieces whislt collecting scars.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">There are the years that I drink just so I can sleep and get high just so I can cry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">There are the years that I drink spiked coffee for breakfast and spiked hot chocolate before bed, knowing that I am happy right at this moment and everything will be OK.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And I know some day I will buy myself a ring because I put myself first, and some time in the future I will give that ring to my daughter, hoping that she knows she belongs to herself before anyone else.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">There are the years that ask question</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">and the ones that answer.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">_Zoey Neal Hurlston</span>Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-79308185000054130162015-09-08T04:18:00.001-07:002015-09-08T04:23:15.920-07:00The essence of you<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> <i><a href="https://www.facebook.com/berlinartparasites/timeline?ref=page_internal" target="_blank">berlin-artparasites</a></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">There are things you think I want from you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Like sipping a martini on our first date when playing with your feet under the table. The first time you kiss my ears. Or your nice suit and nice car. Like the time you look into my eyes and tell me you've never felt this way with anyone else before.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">But these things don't make up the essence of you. What I want, is to know your insecurities when you're alone in your bedroom. I want to see the things that command all your attention. Your beauty and your ugliness. I want to know why darkness haunts you and how the rocks crumble beneath you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Can I touch your soul?</span>Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-17582816404747650622015-08-24T03:53:00.002-07:002015-08-24T03:53:23.263-07:00The thunderstorm in my head<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> I miss you. I miss the feelings I had when I was with you, laying under the sheets. Watching weekend mornings rose. Listening to the rain on Saturday afternoons. Feeling the grains of your skin.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">There is a quiet ache in my heart and a heavy stone in my throat that you won't ever understand.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">But I will go to sleep tonight.</span>Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-26513104191018508872015-06-18T16:17:00.002-07:002015-06-18T16:17:57.956-07:00I am too young to feel this way<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i> <a href="http://www.theroadishome.com/about-me/" target="_blank">The Road is Home</a></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I want to be patient with myself. I want to tell myself that it's OK to feel the way I feel, that it's OK to be the person I am. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I want to be OK.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">But I knew it was not normal to cry in my closet every other day. It was not normal to collapse into my bed at the end of every day exhausted. Wanting more. Unhappy. Questioning fairness and if I deserve what I have.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I question my decision to fall in love over and over again. I am too young to say "after all I have been through". Yet after all I have been through, is it bravery or stupidity that I have?</span><br />
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<br />Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-46346096981272029572015-06-06T12:46:00.002-07:002015-06-06T15:46:02.594-07:00Home<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Soon enough, no person, place, or time zone, will make you feel like home.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />You will only have the bones of your body to carry the weight of your heavy heart.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">That hollow space under your skin and beneath your veins, is the only true home. </span></div>
Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-33322226930439385752015-05-30T18:28:00.002-07:002015-05-30T18:28:19.630-07:00The art of starting over<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If your are brave enough to see the sunrise and watch the sunset, day after day, then you are brave enough to start over.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If you have allowed yourself to fall into the darkest hole in your soul, where a black hole eats away your emotions, thoughts, and feelings, and if you have drowned yourself in the tears you cried, then you are strong enough to make peace with your soul. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You can forgive yourself.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You can be patient.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Even the darkness has arms,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You can fall asleep</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You will start over again.</span>Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-78093409474351398062015-04-16T16:19:00.004-07:002015-04-16T16:19:58.758-07:00I'm not myself<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-75822099528770712552015-04-13T21:43:00.002-07:002015-04-13T21:46:15.474-07:00The endless sadness that I feel<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If I were to believe that we are here for a reason, a mission, mine would be to feel all the sadness of the world. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Chicago is gorgeous and sad. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">New York is filled with people, yet sadness sips through the concrete, the glass doors, every leaf that ever turned yellow and fell down in Central Park.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'd like to think that there's a certain beauty in feeling this way. A poetic way of blues.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Not depression that will eventually void me of wholesome love for anything, anyone,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And life.</span></div>
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<br />Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-20724349613360213702015-04-10T13:25:00.001-07:002015-04-10T13:27:26.157-07:00The life I could have lived<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It's one thing to realize that you have turned into the person you hate.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">To realize that your soul has become someone you pity, is another great tragedy.</span></div>
Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-48412448618157346142015-03-31T16:15:00.002-07:002015-03-31T16:15:28.883-07:00Why me?<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Life is a bitch.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Move on.</span>Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684647089433144590.post-47898562867978479622015-03-21T14:11:00.002-07:002015-03-21T14:11:44.443-07:00Happiness is a state of mind<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When I hear "living the present moment", I think about being under the sheets with you, watching the last lights of the sunset slide through our fingers like a red, slow-motion waterfall.</span>Amy Ngohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981771143756267491noreply@blogger.com0