Rags or ritches mean nothing to me,
neither can make you truly happy...

The stress that we are feeling.
We can control...

We can,t turn back time, we are stuck in a rut.
Smoothered by life, and the problems of others...

I will never be stuck for words,
to tell you how much i love you...

Take your time.
Take it slow...

Martin arrived yesterday,
he is here for a week...

I'm looking forward to Sunday,
its me and you all the way...

Stop beating yourself up.
With worries that have no base...

All we have been through,
in the last half year...

Its at times like these,
that i need you...

All the texts and mails i send and receive,
are priceless to me...

Tears of pain i shed for you,
that pain is diminshed...