I should be happy, over-joyed, elated even that you trust me enough to tell me what may possibly exist today in your life. That you feel I should know and that to some extend my opinion on it matters.
I should be happy, over-joyed, elated even that you get along with both my children so well and how each have taken to the other so well. That Luke looks up to you and Lydia does not cut you off.
I should be happy, over-joyed, elated even that 2 years is to far ahead to make plans. That we should get away as early as we possibly could afford to.
I should be happy, over-joyed, elated even that you get along with both my children so well and how each have taken to the other so well. That Luke looks up to you and Lydia does not cut you off.
I should be happy, over-joyed, elated even that 2 years is to far ahead to make plans. That we should get away as early as we possibly could afford to.
I should be happy, over-joyed, elated that you think where I have moved to is not too close. That it is somewhere you think you could live in.
I should be happy, over-joyed, elated. But I am not.
Simply because I am always the one left-behind. And I am afraid that after all this happiness, joyfulness and elation - I would come crashing down to earth and break open into a gazillion pieces.
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