If the world fell apart before my eyes,
If I shattered into fragments before you,
Would you come and pick up the pieces?
Would you come and try to put me back together?
Or would you leave me where I am,
Broken and battered with nothing?
Would you leave me for the wind to clean up?
Sometimes, on my darker days, I sit there and wonder if I’ll meet a guy who will be by my side and tell me I’m beautiful, even if I find myself to be of the lowest and dirtiest rank. And the thought comforts me…until I realize that this is reality - not one a book or a movie - and not a fantasy.
OMG, I WENT TO KAYAK TODAY!! My arms HURT LIKE HELL. It was so funny, and we were jabbing at jellyfish!