I smile at him, Pulling him to my side. "I do not look like a million spats of yellow pink and orage paint on an ocean." I said laughing. "If I do...Then I missed something." I bit my lip.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I wonder if people felt the freedom in our culture to love louder, if they'd be quicker to say "I miss you" when the absence of someone is felt instead of just thinking it. — soundofmind