Life is not perfect..
even love is not perfect..
People, things and dreams come into and out of my life
in the ways that they are meant to,
not as I wish them to
and I am willing to live with it..
If that makes me less happy,
I am willing to accept it..
because it means
I've lived,
I've loved
and
I've shared the burdens of the ones who are dear to me..
-07 June 2009-
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