It was priceless to
me, you’re words. You’re precious way of thinking, you’re mysterious train of
thought. It was of gold to me, rare but priceless, your words. It’s not the
pain or happiness they inflict, but the value of each and every sound you
enunciate. Leaving the air between us empty is a waste of time, energy and
space. And If I could read your mind for one second, just one second; all my
questions would be answered. All my questions about everyone, about everything,
about myself... An opinion seems to be nothing but stone, but yours was all
diamond... nothing but diamond.
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