When people walk into our lives and move into our hearts, some tend to leave their stuff behind – even long after they’re gone. For those of you speculating if this is in regards to me and my ex, let me clarify and give you a big resounding NO. It’s simply an observation – somewhat annoying – albeit, an observation I’ve made.
People boast about moving on and letting go, and turn on the “vacancy” sign to the doors to their hearts, but fail to throw out the luggage that still remains boxed up inside.
Airlines lose our baggage all the time, so why is it so difficult for us to get rid of ours?
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz. At your local library they have these arranged in ways that can make you cry, giggle, love, hate, wonder, ponder, and understand. It's astonishing to see what these twenty-six little marks can do. In Shakespeare's hands they became Hamlet. Mark Twain wound them into Huckleberry Finn. James Joyce twisted them into Ulysses. Gibbon pounded them into The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. John Milton shaped them into Paradise Lost.
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