Today in the office, I heard a very distinct tinkling just for a few bars, twice. For the first half a second I was slightly confused, my subconscious brain trying to place the familiar melody. Realization dawned a split second later: It was the call tone that used to bring so much joy (and towards the end, also, unconsciously, a lot of dread). I basked in the wave of emotions that it brought on for a while, smiled a little, and moved on.
"If I had a flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden." A notebook I bought, thinking of you, with this quote on the cover. I thought I could fill it with moments of us, or of me and my feelings; but I am not a writer and the pages remain empty.
Now it will become my Korean language book. Aww yeah :)
"If I had a flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden." A notebook I bought, thinking of you, with this quote on the cover. I thought I could fill it with moments of us, or of me and my feelings; but I am not a writer and the pages remain empty.
Now it will become my Korean language book. Aww yeah :)
