.My Precious Ballerina Kitty and my Little Blue Pocoyo…
I was down on my knees again tonight, weeping and wishing that I would know how to tell you the things I don’t even know how to tell myself.
I was down on my knees again tonight, weeping and wishing that I would know how to tell you the things I don’t even know how to tell myself.
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When the time comes, you will understand that love is not what you spend your whole life looking for. You don’t look for love. You just love.
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In time, you will see that love is not those I-love-you’s you say when you know not how to say the I-am-sorry’s. Do justice to the truth. Tell it. It will set you free. Just be sorry when you don’t mean the love you say.
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And someday you will love the way I love your Daddy. No reason, no season, and no prison.
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So, my sweet little monchies…
While you were sleeping tonight, I loved your Daddy the only way I know how.
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I let him go.
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I love you, goodbye.
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Questa è Enida 
They say, when we pray, God comes sitting back-to-back with us. So we lean on Him.
Ms J,
Your thoughts and prayers, my dear faraway friend, is more than I can ever ask for. Thank you.
my heart breaks everytime i read your postings lately..i wish i can offer some solace, be a friend to offr words of comfort..i canonly offer prayers that you and the children will see through these dark times.