Ok... I know. I've been truely unthorough about my postings lately. I've written things, misleading things that mislead people, but I dont care about people, I care about my fellow readers, who are, fortunately are my friends.
So the real reason of this posting is because of a posting a few days back involving a vase, orchids, gerberras and the papery blue flowers and... And the color blue and I think about the person who loves the color blue.
I just have to say that, I always think of my friends (yes, even though I dont call/text/email them often) and I care for them a lot. I think I care for my friends even more than I care for myself. And I know that my friends care for me. I know they only want the best for me and I love them for it. I really, really, really, really love them. But sometimes, the best isn't always what we want. I feel love like everyone else. I feel what other people feel. Maybe more.
I think my past, my future and what I really am, doesn't change my relationship with people around me, people I dont know, I dont care. People I know and love.
I will never wish anything other than my friends to be happy. I wish my friends would wish me the same.
So there, the answer to all question is never always a yes or a no. I can go and tell people about what I did, what I'll do and more. But there's always be secrets.
A riddle concealed in a mystery, wrapped inside an enigma. Me.
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