Cropped Phrases II

One can make you feel more ordinary everyday, but the worst is when you are more ordinary to another person, each passing day.


I am more ordinary to you each and every surpassing day.

Comments

Tinuviel said…
We're all ordinary except for that one person. For that one person, we are beyond extraordinary.
Friday, February 04, 2011 11:23:00 PM
Bubbles said…
How about, after a long gloomy day, you look forward to talking to the only person who you think has the power to make every thing alright - But his estranged demeanor makes feel like shit, and all you want is to curl yourself in a fetal position and cry your eyes out...

I don't know why i am telling you this, or if this is relevant.
IT BLOODY STINGS. I wonder we can ever be the same after tonight.
Saturday, February 05, 2011 1:29:00 AM
Eminu said…
Bubbles feel better.

Tinuviel.Its when that extra ordinary person makes you feel like nothing.
Saturday, February 05, 2011 9:38:00 AM
Bubbles said…
Have fun today :)
Sunday, February 13, 2011 11:49:00 PM
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