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September 12, 2010
Yesterday we met in a dream. Yours or mine, I don't know. Maybe both combined. Tomorrows uncertain. We might miss our cue. But today is ours. I have you in my arms. Breakfast in bed. Heart-shaped strawberries among other things. You are worrying about the next day, what it will bring. And I can't promise you forever. I'll never say what you want to hear. Lying isn't in style and right now my only fashion is caring. About that clock and the sun and your smile. So let's just try to make today perfect. Tomorrow will be something new.