2. I dreamed about you when I was young. Always knew that someday you'd get here. I knew that the right person would find me in the end, though somewhere along the way I lost that naivety. I gave up, settled, until you came to me, offered your hand.
3. Mama told me to practice patience when it came to love, because rushing things would get me nowhere. I failed to listen, and wound up hurt, just like Mama warned. As I sat at the kitchen table, nursing my broken heart and swearing "never again", Mama told me to practice patience and perseverance, because eventually my wounds would heal. I shook my head, there was no way I could trust again. Mama hid her smile behind her coffee cup. As I slowly began to let myself unwind, you extended your hand. Cautiously taking it, I had to hide my own smile while you spoke of your patience, waiting for me to finally open my blinded eyes.
Mama always told me to practice patience.
4. Let's run away you and me. Let's get lost among the crowd, disappear into our own world.
5. Take your time, because good things come to those who wait.
6. It will pass! Just breathe.
4. Let's run away you and me. Let's get lost among the crowd, disappear into our own world.
5. Take your time, because good things come to those who wait.
6. It will pass! Just breathe.
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posted by Jill at 3:47 PM
By the way, I wanted to let you know I'm back from my blog break - can't wait to hear from you again!