Every day now, i can see my rising belly.
Photos are taken, to keep track of these days.
Days are counted, symptoms documented, money spent.
But the feeling, the feeling of such sensation, that I hold you in here,
you, confined in me, neither of us had a choice really,
how amazzing, i praise you, i praise miracles, I praise there is a god, after all.
I never wanted it to end.
Sneaker Pimps : Velvet Divorce
Really like this song.
And today,
I wondered,
what connect each of us,
how do we meet,
how do we develop affection,
attach, influence, brings out the different sides of others, hold an opinion of things, affect each other,
then drift apart,
hold onto dear memories, and not let go.
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