It’s not broken

Apparently I fucked up my hand and for a moment I thought it was broken but then I saw that it really wasn’t. Now, i really don’t know why I wrote that stuff but I know just that there’s only one day left to your birthday and i think you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever known even if you don’t think of yourself that way.

So now i’m thinking that everything is so fucking fragile and there’s only one minute to fuck up everything and it takes a lot of time to pull things back together, in general. So i’m just thinking about how much we really need to appreciate every minute we get because we have no idea what might happen in the next one. Whether it’s an earthquake that might destroy and kill people or having a car accident, anything that might come to one’s harm. That’s why I’m thinking about how I really want to appreciate every minute I get to have with you. Every single one.

I love you so much and I wish you know it everyday really. 

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