Tennyson said “If I had a flower for each time I thought of
you…I would walk through my garden forever” I sit here staring at my computer
screen and I wonder if you are thinking of me at the same time as I fondly move
my curser over your name.
What would happen then?
Would a star fall out of the sky to tell me so? Would the
hair on my arm awake in agreement? Would my gut gently nudge me to gather my
attention? Or would you just pop out like a Jack in the box and call my name?
Yes…
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