Jan 11 2009
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SPARKS
You always ask me why I gave my hand to you that night when you asked for it.
And I always answer. I don’t know either.
It’s just now that I realized why.
I want to know what will happen to the sparks. If it will burn, or it will just die out. I knew it. It was set on fire. That night, you, holding my hand for few seconds, changed everything. If it was this great, you just holding my hand, how much more, if you hold my heart. You, taking care of it.
