Do a little Daye(may)-dreaming

Daye's day (with Bb)

(I know, I know, not our most flattering pic. We’re both really… growing. :P)

Forgive me if I doubt us sometimes. It can be hard to unhand our pasts.

Mending glasses means living with cracks, and you and me, we are both (rightly) flawed. :) But you are truly beautiful to me, despite it all.

Someones broke our promises, but now I know it’s ours to keep. Someones broke a lot of our hearts, but now I know it’s meant for us to weep.

We had our choices and we made it together, so we’ll always make it together.

As long as you hold onto my hand tightly, and I hold onto yours without letting go, anything can be ok. :)

Happy almost 6 and a half, Bb. We still have more than a lifetime to go.

Through it all, I love you and I will love you.

And I know, you will say… too.

:)

It hit me (pardon) while I was driving home.

If and when you pick something up with your hands, you’d better be able to let go… lest you need your hands to pick something else up and you find them full. You wouldn’t be able to progress now, would you.

Simple, isn’t it? Pick up, let go, pick up, let go, pick up, let go.

Simple… right? :S Not really, unfortunately.

Good luck with your detaching! :)