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"Stop telling God how big your problems are and start telling your problems how big your God is."
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a good day
Jan 11, 2010 - 7:36 PM
During the last hour of the day, when you look back at what type of day it was.. you realize it was a good day. You can blame it on the lunch you had, the music you listened to, that good grade on that test you got, whatever, but you know it was a good day because HE made it a good day. He doesn't even have to do anything outrageously spontaneous to make it a good day. The way he inhales while he smiles before he says, "hello" is pretty much enough for you to go home and tell your mom, or your dad, or your pet cat that your day was pretty spectacular. See, that's what's so great about him. He's oblivious to how much his words and his actions have such an affect on you. Whatever vibe he's feeling, you seem to go along with it. Almost like you can't be happy unless he is. If he's having a rough day, you are too. And the worst part is that you hate admitting your good days depend on him, because then it'll seem clingy or neeedy. So you act like it's a good day.. just because. But let's be real, it's pretty obvious you go home everyday with that, "omg-i-can't-believe-he's-mine-i-feel-like-the-luckiest-girl-in-the-world" smile that he gives you. And right when you're about to fall asleep, "he means the whole world to me" is the only thing you can thinks of. Then the next day begins.