My Wish For You

I catch myself in scribbling down things that you say that makes me happy, laugh, smile when I don't feel like it, feel like I'm important, and feel good about myself. But I can't write it all down, because I would run out of pens and paper and places to store it, because the list I just made contains pretty much everything you say.

I realized last night why that is, that I want to save everything, I mean. I am afraid that someday I will need to read it to remember all those good times. I guess that is because I've been burned before, and afterwards I just wanted to remember all the good things. But it's rediculous, I can't spend every free moment of my life writing down things that made me happy because I wouldn't get to do anything else.

I guess all I have to say, is that I hope I won't ever need those pieces of paper. I hope you will always continue making me this happy. I want you to always try, never give up. Though miles may lie between us, we're never far apart, 'cause distance doesn't matter, it's all measured by the heart. I want you to keep making me this happy. Don't ever stop. Please.



♥ The Norwegian Teenager

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