Little
I need little. I need something that alot of people think it's something irrelevant.
I need moments, the little moments. The ones that you remember when your heart is broken.
The cuddles at 3:00 A.M. in the warm bed. The smiles after a sweet kiss. The look in the eyes
after a funny joke. The shoulder that you can lean on and say, with a heavy breath, what
is on your mind so you can feel lighter. These little things I call Life... This is what
I want to remember when my time comes. Not expensive cars or irrelevant numbers in my bank
account...
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