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Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me.
But bear this in mind, it was meant to be.
And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me.

I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile.
You've never loved your stomach or your thighs.
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine.
But I'll love them endlessly.
You've been on my mind,

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do,
It's you,
Oh it's you,
They add up to.
I'm in love with you,
And all these little things.

You can't go to bed without a cup of tea,
And maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep.
And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep,
Though it makes no sense to me.

I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape.
You never want to know how much you weigh.
You still have to squeeze into your jeans.
But,
You're perfect to me.

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do,
It's you,
Oh it's you,
They add up to.
I'm in love with you,
And all these little things.

You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you.
You'll never treat yourself right, darlin' but I want you to,
If I let you know, I'm here for you,
Maybe you'll love yourself,
Like I love you

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do,
It's you,
Oh it's you,
They add up to.
I'm in love with you,
And all these little things.

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do,
It's you,
Oh it's you,
They add up to.
I'm in love with you,
And all these little things.

:D

Her name is Stephanie.

This shall be her short sweet introduction.

These are the little things that make her world go round.


Vintage photographs. A good book. Fancy ribbons. Ice-blended cappucino. Pretty Ballet flats. Boots. Jackets with hoodies. Cardigans. Long Skirts. Poetry. Duets and harmonization. Simple Plan. Hearing your favorite song on the radio. Playing in a band. Strolling in the rain. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside. Milkshakes. The smell of grass. Singing by a campfire. Long conversations late at night. The forest. Watching live performances. Laughing at an inside joke. Laughing at yourself. Laughing so hard your stomach hurts. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all. Just plain laughing. Having someone tell you that you’re beautiful. Friends. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you. Being smiled at. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep. Hugs. Making new friends or spending time with old ones. Playing with a new puppy. Sweet dreams. Languages. Tea. Presents. Making birthday cards. Watching the sunrise. Watching a sunset. Guitar Picks. Nicknames. Unique necklaces. Green and Silver. Abstract art. Holding hands with someone you care about. Song dedications. A text in the middle of the night, knowing that somebody misses you.

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ONE day, I am going to be a lawyer. TWO much of my time is spent on writing and lazing around. THREE s have really beautiful colours; Green and Brown. FOUR my birthday, I really love homemade stuff :) FIVE of my favourite poems are written by Emily Dickinson, Oscar Wilde and Lewis Carroll. SIX strings on my guitar, Ilfiare. <3 SEVEN words; I would never say goodbye to you. EIGHT is the most prettiest number ever :D NINE languages I would like to learn; japanese, korean, german, french, spanish, mandarin, finnish, latin and well, sign. TEN I said to myself sit down, sit down, you're rocking the boat~~! ELEVEN sounds like elven; beautiful creatures they are. TWELVE is really irritating to spell sometimes. THIRTEEN is the name of that character in 'House' and she's HOT FOURTEEN years ago, I was a kid. xD FIFTEEN of my favourite people: Family(4)+Wenx,Anne,Jeanette,Joes,Michele,Carol,Davedays,JosephVincent, ChesterSee,ColtonDixon,NayaRivera SIXTEEN was the age, I truly realised who were friends and who were not. SEVENTEEN years of love, happiness, fear, trust, and now I'm here. EIGHTEEN years I've spent finding the real me. NINETEEN and I'm finally me.

ONE. Cardigans
TWO. More ballet shoes
THREE. Boots!
FOUR. Necklaces
FIVE. A new guitar
SIX. A plane ticket
SEVEN. A double degree? :P
EIGHT. A masters
NINE. A PHD
TEN. More patience
ELEVEN. Faster internet
TWELVE. A sister :(
THIRTEEN. To lose weight =.=
FOURTEEN. Time
FIFTEEN. Philippe
SIXTEEN. No sickness
SEVENTEEN. A bouquet of flowers
EIGHTEEN. A song
NINETEEN. Making a change in the world
TWENTY. To be remembered :)

Here's one of my favourite poem.

Hope.

"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—


And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—


I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.


Written by: Emily Dickinson

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