sestdiena, 2012. gada 1. decembris

My imagination has very little to work upon.



What’s on my mind doesn’t bother my heart. Lovely peace has embraced my body and I feel blissful.

Sometimes I talk to you through my dreams and then I wake up with a clear conscience. Sometimes I day dream, but it’s never gloomy, because you are lightsome and you are sweet…and you are precious to me.

I don’t care if you do more than others, I don’t care about the money or cars, about the girls you have had, I don’t care about anything but your happiness. 
I just want you to be happy.

Agnes. 

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